Archive for the Prose Category

An empty bottle of wine
you wave the cigarette smoke and say
“You really need to get over it.”

It burns deep; rises quickly
to my throat, crammed
with desperate protest

It shouted its intention
to hurt, to wound
to get one up

Wouldn’t dare show it then
but the blood soaked
out on my wedding dress

and I’m offended
of your suggestion
to forgive and forget

Easy to stand tall
when the hurt is on
somebody else

But I know comfort
in backlash
patient, patiently

On your Day
I’ll bleed you out
for the memory –

Imagine me, tangerine
The Minx unleashed!
like a fist in the face.

The Second Law

Returns at cycle’s end
the laws agreed
as matter
Reassembles itself
– the Universal Source.

Astro Arcana

Life in colour
Life in closing
it is the silver of dreams
as it explodes
outwards and onwards
in a million different shards.

No fear
as the heart beats / skips
and warm flush, the physical cue
in the moment
you gleaned it, you knew.

The natural course
of this miraculous
a process of energy
that moves the working parts
of me.

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