The world looks to be ending (in your arms)

As you and I abandon all plans past next TuesdayDon’t cry for the mob will hear us sniffle:The mob who forgot their neighbourAmidst their self-mummification who Monitor and mutilate and I long to be in your arms As the Flames rise up like spears in a phalanxAnd we self-isolate in squat-houses,The sky tinted red butContinue reading “The world looks to be ending (in your arms)”

Black Spot

Rocks fling from the asphalt, loose pennies cast at my upturned bowler-hat bubble car, asteroids challenging my ozone windshield; I’d forgotten how these roads feel. Scattered with obituaries to long-dead high-school hopefuls. Laminated photographs, cryogenic colleagues forever youthful; trunks smiling with plastic flowers, music blared: my Piccadilly daydream- Each sliced bud grows in me, burgeoning,Continue reading “Black Spot”

Wishing away my life, one sleepless night at a time

Wishing away these shoestring years The cold breath of winter gasping up through pencil-wide gaps in the floor Breath like smoke puffs While croaking heaters sit unplugged Overgrown lawns and porridge for dinner Budgets tighter than the waistband of my pre maternity jeans Leaving angry red marks along all our happy places Nowhere to callContinue reading “Wishing away my life, one sleepless night at a time”