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


I wanted to say I love you

I wanted to say I love you

The words stuck in my craw

Too soon. Too much. Too soon.

The bursting need to utter them

Stutter them.

Stammer. Stammer. Stammer.

The words were a hammer in my soul.

How overwhelming this fire, this desire

I couldn’t lie with you and lie to you

Pretend you are less when you are more

So much more.

How can this be ?

I l ooo…. I can’t. I won’t. I can’t.

So I stare at you in terrible silence

Daring you to say it first

Read my mind, fool!

But you just smile

And I fall deeper.

(C) Slumpless

Glycerin Love


Your glycerin love washes over me

I’m in a lather

A right palava

Soaked to the bone with your sudsy desire

Wet but no fire.

I’m bubbling at the skin

Living in soapy sin.

You slip and slide

Giving me hope

Soap on a rope

A leash.

But with every rub and scrub

Every wallow and soak

You fade.

(c) Slumpless





Oh silken longing

You wove your way between us

And the heat we felt was like no other

Thick and unctuous.

Palpitating. Radiating.


Killing us kindly.


We followed it to hell and

Now we spin in sulfurous steam

Flayed and splayed.

A fire that will never turn to cinder

Never return to sender.

(c) Slumpless




The worst thing is that I had begun to dream again

Pictured a life where things might go well

Now I’m back to hell.

Ground zero once more.

Maybe that’s why I’m sore.

Filled with envy for those of you who just

‘Get along with it’.

Oh and I do …sometimes.

But then the black comes in and pushes me down

And I run each time.

I try. I try. I quit.

I can’t seem to go through the tunnel.

Can’t seem to reach the light

No matter how hard I fight.

Some of us will always be at the tunnel door

While you run forward.. gaining more.

(c) Slumpless


Color Blind


I fought this grey with every inch of my pink scarf

With every morsel of my orange bag

I tried to push through opaque

Waft past the fog

But I was outnumbered by endless cloud.

It clogged the soul of me

Dampened down any colour you might see

I faded into the mist

I fade…….

(c) Slumpless