he took both index fingers knuckled them into eye sockets hoping friction would open up to new vision mouth ajar releasing vocalised innards she lent her ears to his organised letters swung wide and added her own and through dialogue they broke the fetters the myth and pedestal of great work built by one.
sharp nails against chalkboards are no match for enamel pulling against winter gloves (in my book at least!) . it’s as if my bottom jaw is held hostage the weapon: a lethal feather sweeping my alveolar
today everyone had been walking around like the sun had just passed them a note saying “hey I like you too” . to watch the caved shoulders of yesterday unfurl, with open-mouthed smiles showing crooked teeth in all their glory . a pedestrian privilege I don’t take lightly chatter amongst strangers who have shared the same 1/2 mile radius for last 20 years . but today their retinas reflected the blue onto one another “hey neighbour did you see it? . if you can’t look up look into my eyes there are no dark clouds in the sky today.”
citrine droplets leak from paper cut cracks of a window frame to think we were free from the elements triple glazed, tucked safe away and then to feel the billow’s breath at the back of our neck laughing onto our parade, our soaked oak floorboards.
It is noon And I still lie in supine Under my palace of ink-stained bedding Smelling the day two aroma of the fresh sheet I stretch my limbs Toe prints pad the cave I’ve made Before retracting knee to pit Am I a happy baby? Or a lost pup Chasing the duvet’s tale instead of the day? This energy-zapping attempt to avoid That violet room we were birthed from And will consume us when the dog has had its day Under waffled wonder-cotton Where Procrastination lies Avoidance often orchestrates my own demise