Poetry

Things are settling now The sediments of life breeze into a space  You once inhabited -  I, empty  out as it fills. Perhaps,  It is pieces of me that are taken  to fill in this gap.

Happy National Poetry Day!

Hustle bustle beat Beats beating mine and yours // Can’t read the words, worlds on my lap can see words, worlds once I fold the pages back

A still living  A faint buzz, hum  To remind you ...

Give me firm ground to hold me still, And purest brine to drown until, The sky falls off of its silvery peg, And crashes down upon my head.

Joy in conversation lacked and then had  It’s nice to be with you  And out of myself

When thoughts never stop  Moments sometimes tinge with an off-coloured brown  Like old cigarettes  Or paper that’s been burnt at the sides. Moments  All white and crisp  Until the flaming end Of rolled up paper and tobacco  Preys on the corners edge Threatening to let it all go Up

Little pumps in bed, Little repeats at brek