not finished

How do you pick out a life splinter?
Is it possible at such an age, to cultivate self-belief?
It's winter, now, and I've been thinking,
for seasons-on-end, just thinking.
For instance, I think, this lady does procrastinate too much.

Why else does she collect notebooks, and fill them with her stars?
writing no-sense after daydream, and add a few pipes to those
I can't stomach all this navel-gazing
such extraordinary self-indulgence must be seen to be believed

hugging my childhood

in my arms
the canine glove puppet
his lumpy head and long black ears
his worried eyebrows
sewn inside, a squeak

this year, Dad bought me, on impulse, a new Sweep. My first love was Sweep, I believe. I don't remember being given a sweep, as a child, I just remember the little glove puppet, his fur hugged off, and how I took him everywhere with me.
When I unwrapped him on christmas day, all the love came back. I'm 34.

senryu?

on automatic
her hand reaches down
for the chocolate box

Molly

she
looks at me with her bright eyes
an unearthly glow
so much power inside her small body
she
holds me to her chest
pressing her face against mine
she
gifted me with her trust
a simple basic trust
that cut through the complex bullshit of the human mind

mostly black and blue me and you
we have tried many times to be new
is it me not working right
and not just you?
we came to a spluttering stop and our light slowly faded out.

i am sorry you are broken i am sorry for your hurts and burdens
but your hurts have made new wounds in me.
instead of banking your pain you have spread it.
you were wrong.
and i was wrong to stay.
collecting battle scars like i wanted them.

trouble

i have a break all down my centre
splitting the parts
i have a break all down my side
all across my back
all through my facets there is a fault set in me deep
i find myself to be faulty
all across my back
a fault line faultline
through my facets a faultline
immeasurable and impossible to fix
in me deep i find myself to be faultless
a fault set me on my path
set me on my precarious path
i was set to fail
my fault finds me deep
all across my back
all across my back

a deep faultline set me precariously faultless

she sits safely
scattering pieces
of her mind behind
the wheels of the car

the man

a masculine being
his actions influenced
by his anatomy