Missed The Bus

a sudden urge

to jump

under

a bus

alas

there are

no

buses

in my

bedroom

 

Copyright August 2019

Drowning Under

i wanna drown myself

in the cool cool waters

drowning out the noise pollution

 

i wanna drown myself

lay on the river bed

where the platypuses play

 

i wanna drown myself

in dreams of freedom

burning the calendar on the way

 

i wanna drown myself

in clouds of pillows

preventing the start of day

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright August 2019

 

Soul Armageddon

it’s a soul armageddon

the wailing hurts my ears

and I wish them all back to purgatory

 

{what a fruitless occupation

hovering centimetres under the soil

waiting for the end of time

and a promised resurrection

to sit at the right hand of a creator

surely bored to the max

with all the bickering and violence

of beings who refuse to grow up}

 

I wish them all back to purgatory

as their wailing hurts my ears

and my mind takes a violent turn

 

I dream that my soul rules the world

nay, the whole universe

 

I suck up galaxies with one thought

and vomit planets into orbit

 

I create suns the size of frying pans

sizzle onions in the afterburn

 

and lay politicians, softly to sleep

behind thickets of blackberry thorns

only to be woken by a kiss

from the offspring of forgiving asylum seekers

on the penultimate day of never ever

 

it’s a soul armageddon

and I’m the first to rise screaming

leaving earth behind in my wake

 

 

 

Copyright February 2019

 

 

… and so it begins

I sat myself down and spoke sternly

with a mouthful of swallowed expletives

and a tongue sharpened by iced tea and finely honed peach stones

 

“you must write liebchen!”

 

stubbornness echoed as loudly as words

{especially those not uttered aloud}

 

“really sweetie, you know you’ll feel better if you do!”

 

sullenly I pick up the pen

{and hope it leaks all over the smug face of the blank paper fairy as she dances between the lines}

 

… and so it begins

 

 

 

 

Copyright February 2019