Poems
Horrible History Circles
History goes round in circles
watch it and you’ll see.
What goes around comes around
RIVER: Swale
I am water
and I am life.
I am RIVER!
Jelly on a salty plate
It. Gentle creature. Jelly soft amongst the foamy fury. Silver Chinese lantern.
Anguish is an Algorithm.
There are days when my head can’t compute it. When the algorithm of grief goes awry. Nothing changed. Everything the same. And my heart
We were never meant to last
(You) look at me
fuck at me
then left your hook in me.
A Viscous Circle
then…red hot poker lust
burned, and we turned, like an oven
slowly roasting us together. Heat
The Boy of Not Enough Days
As I stand at the edge of my sanity,
a precipice with hope,
helplessness rises like impassable terrain,
Pond life
Hear me. Let me speak to you of rounds. It’s winter now and drops of frozen rain fall faintly on my surface. Fleeting. Sleeting. Slush. Somnolent. Grey and gloom entwined. Like a steel forgewith its fire long gone cold. Dormant. Bellows becalmed leavingthe sludge and slime of my depths to slumber inthe doom dark days …