Back for a short while after completing what seems like a zillion pendants and zentangle light bottles… don’t ponder… lol. I have an event this Sunday coming, then a month of work/rest/restock then some more. Needed to write so I did. Garden is great, sun keeps coming – all’s good. Hope you are all well. I shouldn’t ‘write’ myself off. I will take it ‘As it Comes’! I can do both.
Your head feels warm
in my colder arms
as you hold me close,
oblivious, inside my turmoil –
and you speak to me,
only if you’re willing,
otherwise,
go live by yourself.
This fucking honey liqueur,
is too thick to pour,
but somehow it gets me drunk –
does it’s sticky glue create a distance?
Moths fly around me
hurling their abuse,
so please dowse the light –
god, you’re ignorant.
Are we to stay
‘ignited’?
Do we still make a good match?
Since you close your mind,
it is indifference, I feel,
and I wonder aloud
in all of my screams,
and I see the past streaming before me,
till it muddies my glass – it’s all unreal.
What the fuck was it
that we created?
Can we live up to that?
I feel a need.
I sang you songs –
and not inebriated,
I sat on your lap
watching TV.
I thought I belonged,
but was mistaken,
I don’t even belong
to me.
Stuck in the thick of it,
wrangling with these lacy honeyed sleeves,
I’m interrupted by full on indifference;
it pours from orifices
I thought were mine,
but it is all the stuff that you bleed.