Habit

Hand on thigh
Fingers trace back
Careful to avoid ribcage

Let out a sigh
Change the music track
Lights off in our cave

Fidgeting
Cleaning the room
Will mean you are frustrated

Listening
Mentioning my perfume
Will mean you are elated

A glance
With a sly smile
Sharing a secret joke

A trance
Lasting a while
Is love never spoke

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Alone (Blues Inspired Poem)

The wind was howlin’
When you left me all alone
The wind was howlin’ bad
When you left me all alone
Paper sprawled across the floor
You should’ve just shut the door ‘cause
The wind was howlin’
When you left me all alone

You let the chill in
When you left me all alone
You let the chill in, babe
When you left me all alone
Frozen in the sleeping sack
Can’t believe I want you back ‘cause
You let the chill in
When you left me all alone

The shadows crept in
When you left me all alone
The shadows crept in fast
When you left me all alone
Where has all the sunshine gone
Promise me you won’t be long ‘cause
The shadows crept in
When you left me all alone

Me and I.

Why is it easier to dress other wounds than our own?

Why is it easier to look at other people than the mirror?

Why do we preach love but hold none for ourselves?

It’s just the two of us in here.

I’m the mind and you’re the body.

We are bound to each other for life but we couldn’t be more further apart.

A Night In Wandi

On a night in Wandi
There was a man with crazy hair
And a golden beard
His laugh was a match for the blasting music
I discovered he was twenty-one
Only just a man
With wisdom beyond his years
Although we just met
I felt like I already knew him
Like we were old friends
I was drawn to his ‘tell it like it is’ attitude
He was an open person that exuded honesty
Our birthday’s were only two days apart
Although separated by two years
Everyone was dancing, singing and downing drinks
It distracted us from the extreme cold
When the party settled down we all slept in a mess
On the living room floor
As I shivered in my sleeping bag in the darkness
I couldn’t help but glance his way
As he lay nearby
The next morning he left in a flash
Like the piercing sun on our hungover eyes
Something in me knew I would see him again
Now it’s a year later
And we couldn’t be happier
On that night in Wandi
On the freezing living room floor
He was curiously looking back

(Happy One Year M!)

Linger

The glass is too cold in your grasp.
The bartender asks about your day.
It started much like any other day.
You aren’t sure what day it is.
What month it is.
You stopped remembering things like that.
You’re too old to be wasting your thoughts.
It’s hard enough to remember what she looked like.
You lie to the bartender and tell him it’s a good day.
He asks what your plans are for the weekend.
You know where you’ll be.
Forty-two Marlborough street.
You tell him you’re visiting someone.
He smiles and tells you to bring them along to the bar.
You say you will.
You finish your whiskey quickly.
Eighties trance music fills the room.
You know this song well.
The bartender says he can change the music if you don’t like it.
You tell him to turn it up.
The song transports you back to your old place.
In your yellowing kitchen.
You grab her and dance.
You tell her you love her and you mean it.
The bartender asks if you’d like another drink.
You say you’ll have two more.
You ask the bartender if he’s in love with anyone.
The bartender shakes his head.
You tell him he’s very lucky.
You finish your drink and begin to leave.
The bartender calls out that you haven’t touched your last drink.
You tell him that it isn’t yours.