Queening

I bet the queen wishes

She was someone else

Entirely, a postie or a

Poet or even

A genuine retiree

So many things

She’ll never feel

Like what it’s like to be unknown

Or beaten up

Or sent back home

I wonder if she dreams

Of saying goodbye

To that waving work

Then just going down the boozer

And acting like a total jerk

But why do I seem to need

Celebrities and the VIP’d

Them up on pedestals

Me sucking my thumb

Waiting for mum?

All Love is Opportunity

I’m lost in this

thickening fog of Expectations

 fermenting beyond their prime

On who said what to who again

And when

As though if we can just

Uncover the blame thread

We can each hold up our own head

And cry righteous tears about our undead love

Still the only the thing we both know

Is what we can’t let go

Because once it was the only show

We wanted to watch

But now it is a stale rerun

Of knots that have been undone

Longer than either of us wanted to believe because

All love is opportunity

Even when the sheets are clean

Never to get dirty again

And all this linen we keep trying to wash

Is stained indelibly with us

But even so I fear

Our hearts will never be reopened

After all this vinegar soaking

 unless we stop provoking

All that we ever had will be tossed

Like leaves plucked off in summer

Never to let the tree recover

And if I don’t want to be lovers

It doesn’t mean

I don’t still

Love us