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30 Poems in 30 Days – Poems #10 – #12

In Uncategorized on April 16, 2013 at 10:02 am

Poem #10

We nearly kissed on a central line train. Stood still at Bank
I breathed your grey scarf like it was the morning after the apocalypse.
Everything about you was dust ridden.

Everything about me was faulty,
picking through the remains of an annihilated city,
searching for food in the cashmere around your neck.

Poem #11

I have carved out a place for you to sit in my excuse for a body.
Reserved for 5.35 am when morning is that bit too far away.
Or when you enter the house, realise you haven’t spoken to anyone all day,
then crawl into your pit of a bed without even turning the lights on.

This is for the place inside your head you go to,
sometimes for daily drop ins, other times for whole weeks.
Can I ask where your eyes retreat in that period?
And when you return, where do you hide those hollowed caves as you laugh?

Poem #12

We will settle into this all,
learn how to hold hands without them becoming clammy,
which laughs are nervous and which are genuine.

The day you see me angry,
do not worry – I have become comfortable enough to show you bared teeth,
in the knowledge this ugly will not put you off.

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