six years

i burned my fingers
on my man
six years long

a sea of water
to put me out

singed my hair
my face
black with soot

i burned so long

i am a pile of glowing embers
fuel almost gone
soon to blow as ashes on the breeze

the addict

i am the supplier
i am the dog he kicks
when the world hurts
he turns his anger on me

making the words
letter by letter
the light dims

A Man

You've just walked into the room
and sat down
now i can hardly breathe
for all the room you have taken with your ego.

why do men do that?
invade space
unfurl themselves
til there's no bloody room for anyone else

Don't take up my space
i need room to lift my lungs

Ask me to Erase

Look at my bruises
without emotion

read out 'you bruise like a peach
from your book
of twisted beliefs

Damage.
so much
you carry chaos like a burden

say my ways are unfaithful
i can't say the words you want to hear
i have no more to give

i can't tell you i will love you forever
always need more
more than anyone could ever give

always more
break your toys
and want them to work as if new
i am a broken toy

tell me you love me
but i can't make the words fit
say it like an amen
after prayer
empty of meaning
i parrot back to appease

tell me i am rotten to the core
make me feel it that it's true

bits and pieces poem

i spoonfeed a crumbling kitty

on her head a nest of dark threads

in the centre of the night

he forms a hard knot in my forehead
very difficult to undo

bits and pieces

holding her out like a little gift

i spoonfeed a crumbling kitty

walking
the silence
of the wet streets

on her head, a nest of dark threads

the 60 moons of saturn

in the centre of the night

my voice drops from my mouth like feathers

he forms a hard knot in my forehead
very difficult to undo

dark river
shallow depths

5.11.10

if a cat could just
be mended
like a sock

i would have more
than a collar and
a bell




A little bit of the warmth
that was in my life
has gone
                 with
                              that cat

in my broken house

standing in my broken house again
the spiders crawl

hiding the bruises hiding the bruises hiding the bruises
marks marr my me

fingerprints made in blood
palm to arm

do you see them do you see
all of me

do you see my scars do you see the marks
do you see my broken parts
do you see the cracks in my interior

standing in my broken house again
i hear you call