Wednesday, June 10, 2015


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?

Thursday, June 04, 2015

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