past caring
one exorcises guilt
and it grows stronger
my mum said:
‘you are like a string of diseased meat’
that beat the power of words into me
she was hurting somewhere
and it never surfaced
she boiled it away with my white shirts
starched her upper lip proper like
bloody ghosts!
the sea set sullen in sail
parsing within the sea’s arteries pulsing
along the rhythm of a tide’s a turning
and coming and going and coming
from all over the horizon set full in sail
the trade winds of a necessary cargo
deliver the molasses of a distant heart
poured and turning slowly run
the tears of this setting sun
warm stones under fingers stand
and we finger the stones
as many have done down
the years of conversing
children of a home’s walls
a sweetshop’s allure
mothers nesting under the hills
of high hopes and passion
as warm as these stones glow
one day the sun was up
do you remember
the stones
dear god february
did you invent this fed up ness
fed fed fed up ness
i have never been so fed up
as this february’s fed up ness
it is the most up fed ness fed up
as to be of biblical proportions
even auto correct is fed up mess
the rain from the yellow sky
onto the yellow daffodils
in the breeze is up fed
has fed my fed up ness
and now the dusk has settled it
the cat has her back to me
alexa has stopped playing
because there has been no activity
on the fed up device
god i am so fed up
and not to mention that
every human construct is built on a lie
ice cold in the window
my conscience
flapping about like a fish on a slab
bereft of the sauce of choice
the scales lose their sheen
hands are oiled in the blood
of woe
hark ye ology
it is only by the archeology of self
that we discover we are all arseholes
dotard
they shouted
he was called dotard
but he called himself
hard bolt
steeled for time’s eye to reflect
upon the coming of a wall’s memory
lined for the firing squad
just one pen held the magic word
bullet they mumbled
bull shit he said
the dotards fired him
there and then the plaque was pinned
hard bolt was shot by dotard
on this very day
this poem
said nothing not even stop
get away with you
you dotard
