Take no more interest in me.
Pay me no more mind. Hide each photo from the walls of your thoughts. Do it to be kind.
Let the sun set without warning
and turn on no light. Never remember to remember me. Cast me from your sight.
Listen only to love songs
I never have heard. Don’t wish me goodnight tonight. Don’t say a word.
Down the lanes we once ambled,
do not walk again. I’d rather you never think of me than just now and then.
There was a moment today where the sun hit
the leaves of the tree by the upper field and it shone dazzling copper
I stood in quiet awe
like I had found hidden treasure or witnessed an unexpected birth and the leaves glowed and smouldered for a few seconds as if small god had thrown handfuls of pennies into the sky
Against the gilt backdrop
he walked all that way and I could see the shape of him cut against the gold and shimmer the pace of his walk as he came to find me and to talk
today I started missing you
so here’s how I’ll deal with that I’ll stick my hand in my mouth down my throat and tug my heart out in ten seconds flat
plop it in the sink
and no more pain won’t feel the throb again drop it like jelly and watch it drain like a red teabag only not quite the same
there’ll be no ache
just a hollow space but better that than a break or a wrenching, tearing, sinking black hole – better out than in for my health’s sake
and my heart will just sit
in the sink for a bit while I go to Tesco’s, finish work, eat toast, watch films, get fit and feel nothing but nothing not good but not shit
I’ll leave all that missing
with the washing up under a dripping tap and not give a fuck as I pass by the kitchen never again fussed by the thought of us kissing
Someone hung her, years ago, on a wall – stole her, ripped her right out of a book.
Isn’t she magnificent? Take a closer look.
You could almost touch her hair –
very fine and so red, releasing a perfume into the sky.
Is she looking at you? Try not to catch her eye.
You could almost feel her skin –
pastel and damp with cold; her neck is bruised and plum.
I wonder, does she care? Perhaps she’s numb.
You might fall in love with her
all at once like this; you may think you hear her cry
but she will not answer –
so don’t ask her why.
Seaweed slides through my knees Stringed beads of brown I comb its greased locks And I daren’t look down
But I feel the traffic of murk
The mystery of this deep The swell of its breaths A monolith heartbeat
The shore is a distant seam
Hemmed in against the sunlight My cheeks dry like clay bowls Polished and tight
Later, I shall leave slack prints
Across the naked asphalt Bite the skin near my nails And taste salt
Give me the sound of love
Not the flesh, nor the bones But the tone Whisper it slow Let the words drift On the wind’s tide and Settle like snow Roll them round Your chattering teeth Then echo it loud So all else is drowned Yell it out, burst a lung Oh give me your love til you bite off your tongue
let’s chill here for a thousand years
lounge like Hollywood vampires who yearn light a candle to be dead romantic and not watch a second of its slow burn
let’s not talk or try to learn anything
about anything, but be still as a stare go nowhere, see how long we can lay like this matted and tangled together like hair
let’s stretch out our limbs ’til we touch the wall
finger the paintings until they all fall and imprint on our skin, then move the colours or we could stay still, and not move at all
but if one day we do want to go, get up slow
drift together until the sun explodes, then float like poplar seeds, the summer snow – that might actually be nice, you know
at first, it is faint
like some underlying sourness of milk a lacking fullness the creeping sense of error before the realisation of one
without a burst
there is a drip a leak in the dark it saturates you turning your sheets cold and leaden and you wake up
I just might lead you outside
and make you look at how the sky is like a Nina Simone song
and if you see how the moon
has smoked the clouds away and left only music
you might want to listen
with me, for the rest of the night, to the great and unholy
One by one, rattled
and plucked like jagged pearls all out all fucked
then tossed like loose change thrown out and lost
in red brine like shattered bone all gone all mine