Splintering Whispers

There is only silence when we’re together

Beautiful,smooth quietness

In my heart and in my head.

No gaps between us to let echoes bounce and bound.

No slivers of space where splintering whispers can flay my nerves away.

When your skin is on mine

Hush. Hush. Hush.

An occasional hum.

An occasional groan.

But mostly blissful

When we’re alone.

(C) Slumpless


Good Girl

Was it worth it ?

Heightening your nights

Adding shimmer and shine ?

Were they divine ?

Do you look back now in nostalgic haze

Do you long for those days

That ran into those nights

Like carriages in a crash

Fast, fasterSmash.

I was a good girl

No tabs for me

No artificial highs


And sometimes now I wonder

Why the fuck not?

Do I feel any more righteous

Did I escape the rot ?

Are my memories any sharper

My life more on track ?

I feel grey today

But I suppose it could be black.

(C) Slumpless


I told you I loved you

While you were still inside me

And I think I felt you shrivel.

Stabbing me with a blunted knife

Oh God the pain.

Why ? Why? Why ?

This compulsion to seek revulsion ?

What do you mean love ?

That’s what you said.

Would the right definition make you say it back ?

It’s too late now. I won’t say it again.

I rolled away from you and left the room. Your house. Your life.

But those pitying eyes … ?

They are all I remember

Of us.

(C) Slumpless

“You’re so Vain”

I wrote them for you.

Some of my best work

But you’re not vain just blind

You didn’t think those songs were about you.

And though you felt the sentiments my words evoked

It wasn’t my face you saw

How cruel this world

You told me you were such a fan

And I wanted to say it back.

But I refuse to reveal my muse.

So I watched you dance around the room

A big silly smile on your face

And though my heart was breaking

Crumbling away little by little

My soul knew it was being fed

More melodies than I could ever wish for.

(C) Slumpless



I bit off your flaky scalp

And was mesmerized by the smooth mound of your skull

Underneath all that talk

There was silence.

Should I delve further ?

Lick my way through to your little brain

Would a tumor explain your humor?

I’m looking for something.

A needle in a winding grey matter of mess

An explanation of your stress

I want to bury deep into valve and vein

Just to explain

Just to understand

Some hidden part of you

But all I find are clock parts

Winding, grinding cogs

I suppose at the end of the day

We’re all made that way.

I expected more. More than a void.

But you are just android.

(c) Slumpless

Clean Lines

When did I stop filling blank walls?

I used to stick up postcards to clutter up the gaps.

Old scraps

From magazines and places I longed to go.

Make the place interesting. Make me interesting.

Blue tack clinging to the backs of pretty flowers, mounds of spices

Trying so hard to hold it together

Color the beige out.

When did I stop liking Klimpt posters ?

” So studenty” that’s what I say now.

There was a time when that kiss was everything I wanted to be.

When Dali’s long legged creatures and melting clocks made me feel something more than a clean wall ever could.

A time when incense welcomed you at my door and we ate on the floor.

Now it’s clean lines and neat coffee tables.

Cream leather couches and women who click when they walk.

I used to go barefoot.

Drink wine while I cooked. Fall asleep on the sofa.

Clean lines. No clutter. I should feel free.

But beige just isn’t me.

(C) Slumpless

Tummy Truths

Listen to your guts

Those wrenching, clenching, squelching knots they make.

They’re telling you something,

You may not want to hear.

I doubted their bubbling ways.

Told myself that all was well

That memories are just playing with bile

But all the while

They knew your untruths.

You lied to my face and it believed you

But my entrails are less naive.

So next time I hear that rumble

I won’t mistake it for thunder

But I will know a storm is coming.