Tinkle

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You’re missing a ‘W’ in everything you do

Ork, ant, ill

I can never be your ‘ife’

With just a tinkle in your life.

(c) Slumpless

 

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It’s all been done before.

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I’m chronically in love with you.

” Every step you take, every move you make..”

Oh wait it’s all been done before?

Well this love hasn’t.

My love for you is a thumbprint.

My love for you is like the word that rhymes with orange.

No no not that it doesn’t exist!

Silly.

It’s sporange ( look it up- I  did)

My love for you is like sniffing glue ( I imagine)

It’s hit me in the face like that game. You know … Pie face.

Full throttle to the gob. Exciting. Funny. Runny.

I love you till the cows come home and get milked. Over and over.

Everyday.

I will love you after I sag  and before I rot

I will love you in the next world and all the worlds after.

It’s all been done before?

Yep. again and again and again.

Forever. Foralways. For me.

(To JJ)

(c) Slumpless

 

 

 

 

 

Funereal

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No one came  to my  funeral.

No sobs . No cries.

I was most surprised.

Had they even noticed I was gone?

Had they forgotten to put an ad in the paper?

Had they forgotten to update ‘RIP.ie’?

I’m dead. I’m dead. I know.

So what does it matter?

But it does you see ?

It’s a soul’s job to listen to hear about its life.

‘Loving mother and wife.’

Or something like that.

But there is only silence.

And only  the wind howls.

Where are you my child ?

You suckled at my breast.

I built you a nest.

You took shelter under my wing once.

When did you take flight for good?

Was my approval so important to you?

I suppose it must have been.

And what about you my ex.

Are you still vexed?

We ended things amicably.

Didn’t we?

Clearly not. You’re away while I rot.

What about you friends?

Is this really the end?

I know I forgot to call you back

I know I missed the odd wedding or two

And funeral.

Oh dear. Oh dear.

All the little things I didn’t do.

And now all I see is an empty pew.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

 

The MANicure

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And  I thought of you

As I always do

When there is silence and void.

I suppose you filled those once.

Filled me.

I remember the ways you held me

Those cold nights in your embrace

Your beard in my face.

I must have read lies in your thumbs

My brain went numb.

Lies in your licking

Your lapping

Your gentle slapping.

It was all a dream.

A bubble.

No beard just stubble.

You cut me out as you would your nails

A half thought before breakfast

A chore.

A tick on your to-do list.

Maybe that’s why I’m pissed.

I was left seeking more.

More than a cut.

More than a snip.

But all I was to you was a

Dead end.

(c) Slumpless

Limp

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You’re tiring of me

Quick as quick

I can already feel the limpness in your dick.

What a pity. What a shame.

The fire between us , isn’t eternal flame.

So, so sad. So, so tragic.

That I can no longer work my magic.

‘Treat you mean and keep you keen’?

A kick to the guts? A jab to spleen?

Must I really become a shard

In order for you to get hard?

Screw it. Let this thing end

Before we are no longer friends.

(c) Slumpless

Lapse

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Did you notice when it finally quit?

Even just a little bit?

You must have felt a chill?

Slightly ill?

Maybe you were lighter around the shoulders

Springier of step?

Relief perhaps?

When my love for you finally lapsed.

I know I felt lighter but no chill for me.

The heat I emitted was finally free.

To light my soul and eyes again

To stop its searching for an uninhabitable den.

Those months of wasted yearning

Those endless nights of fuel-less burning

Are over now. I will disarm

My love for you

Will no longer keep you warm.

(c) Slumpless

Waves

I look for comfort in billowing spume.

Thunderous. Luminous. Vicious.

Circular motion then thundering roar

That’s where my heart can soar.

That body. That body.

That mass. Oh my.

I can barely hear the seagulls cry.

I seek comfort in it’s swishy gurgle

Its undulating moves.

Its undertow , high and low. 

I can ride this beast 

But can never conquer it’s swell.

Oh well.

I’m driftwood . 

Bobbing. Bobbing. Babbling.

Rushing to shore. Rushing to shore.

Then poof….. No more. 

No more me. 

Only soft yellow sands

Formed from a million things that were once tough as rock.

But are now full of footprints.

(C) Slumpless