Stuff

If I was ten years younger

I might make a fool of myself

so I am glad that I am not.

I smile

and suck it in.

Why would I think

things would be any different

to how they were

ten years ago?

If I was ten years younger.

Except, like, for facebook and stuff.

***

I found a shoe

by the side of the road

There was no foot in it.

Not this time.

***

Tell me.

What I want to know,

is where

do the dead women go?

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Loving the alien

Sniff of chlorophyl

whiff of ether

Look down

see fronds part and unfurl

cupping

leafy embrace

cool breeze

tugs you in

sinking the green

moss is velvet

plant yourself

lean in and

skin unfurls to mask you

the perfect kiss

inside out

you are draped

try to make sense

of distant calls

lose yourself in

the wind blowing

through her branches

are you dead

or are you

loving the alien?

***

Earth girls:

don’t care that they’re skinny

don’t care if they are fat

bothered always now

that they’re

meat

***

lost on venus

lost on mars

press up against

foreign atmosphere

do you lose yourself

if you love the alien?

***

RIP Ray Bradbury

new sneakers hitting the pavement

forever now

Young Love, with scar

I thought you had a really cool tatt,

until I saw it was a line of sores that

you had been picking at.

I liked the way the blood caked.

I liked the delicacy of where your skin flaked

from last weeks sun burn.

You were this weeks stomach churn,

my latest after hours ache.

At least your hand picked scar would fade.

Useless adolescent longing,

like there was a hole in me big enough

to hold the world,

as though the world was big enough to care about,

knowing that I would never find a way to get it all inside,

that there would always be a part of me that was empty.

At least your hand picked scar would fade

eventually.

I thought i would try a love poem

The Scalpel

Love

grows in the heart,

like a tumour.

Prepare.

Physician,

heal thyself.

Some people might have seen this in another place where I posted it.  I thought I would try a love poem.  I don’t know if it came out right though.  Still you have to try.  Sometimes you have to protect yourself from your own feelings.  Love isn’t everything, if you just mean romantic feelings.  Sometimes they have to be crushed.