Archive for June, 2018

Wake up

Saturday, June 30th, 2018

When I’m lying in my bed
And the cold comes from behind the curtains,
The duvet fluffed up like an arctic fox
Burrows me from the morning
And calls dreams of another time
When the rain smelled of running rivers
And leaves smiled at the sun
Whose essence distilled in dew drops
Greeted the forest floor,
When there was no me.
But this morning it’s another day,
Of chimpanzees grinning as they
Eat each other’s souls,
And cover their ground in a plastic web
Made of oil and coal.
But today I shall let go of the stories I’m told,
When I shall drop my wooden bucket
On the ground, and look all around
At all that isn’t me.
Today is the day, I shall free myself from
All thoughts of me and you.

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Thursday, June 28th, 2018

You took my heart and put it in a museum,
Replaced the hangings on the walls
And the coal fired stoves
With microwaves and lies
On the 6 o’clock news.
Even after 6 generations you
Still sound like snakes hissing
With forked tongues.
The rope around my father’s neck
Made from decades of rubbish and dog shit
Left on the streets
Has stolen the ground upon which I stand.
This, is all in the name of land,
Which is now yours.

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5 limbs

Tuesday, June 12th, 2018
Today a mermaid emerged from the sea.
She waits upon the moon-washed sand.
Clothed in storms and fires and
The drowning shores,
Clothed in our waste,
She has come
That we may become the sea
And the skies and the land.
She has come to sing
That we may take her by the hand
And know her once more.
I have been working for 10,000 hours
With my book of notes,
Scattered like birds on a washing line.
Soft white hands on hard white keys,
Dancing two four, three four, four four.
Lost in rhythm and feeling
That settles not this savage soul.
Drunk by my own performance.
My time.
I moved from side to side in my chair,
But not a tear.
The therapist looked on smiled,
Calling forth more
As I remembered the rubber hose,
Being beat against my back,
And a mother that screamed
Of the wrong being done
Against her child.
No matter
I go
There is
Nothing to be found.
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