I left us to fallow
Ploughed and harrowed
Nothing sown.
Nothing grown.
Beware the lack of care
Hearts are not fields made to rest
But oxen
Made strong by force
Muscle strengthened over time
And toil.
Don’t allow soil
To settle too long.
The rot set in on our patch
Left to the air and rain.
Nothing planted again.

(C) Slumpless

Muted Soul


muted-soulOh that the world was run on love

There would be no such thing as a heart unrequited

No such thing as a passion blighted.

A soul could not ignore the call of its mate

Could not deny its fate

Could not pass by and pay no heed

To the thumping desire of its other half’s need.

Oh that the world were yin and yang

My heart wouldn’t feel this pang.

Of the terrible and infinite cost

Of a love that’s nearly all but lost.

(c) Slumpless


J’Accuse Le Muse


J’accuse le muse

He rendered me fool

Let me draw his skeleton

But wouldn’t sit still for fleshy parts.

All I could see were lines of beauty

Unparalleled , swooping strokes

Unrivaled light and shade.

Made for me.

Or so I thought.

J’accuse le muse

Mais J’accuse moi

For what good are muses

If they draw you in…stead?

(c) Slumpless


You’re the meaner of us both

I always thought I was

But your forked tongue and fangs

Have bitten off more than they can chew

Even for you.

I hope you choke.

Oh wait now it’s my turn.

I don’t really mean it but  I sense  that you do.

I sense your claws drawing

That’s quite the picture you’re painting.

Me in demon red

Using my blood.

Oh can we ever go back

To the lap dog days ?

(c) Slumpless