Pilgrim

No longer care for his loneliness
grew tired
of digging
scraping
scratching
bowing
wailing
at his wall
my only reward was brick dust
packed
beneath my nails
bloodied knuckles
calloused skin
and the origamied prayers
poetically written
to him
and wedged between the cracks
were flightless birds
released
by a marginalised pilgrim

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Measured Response

Everything is unravelling.
Not slowly
stitch
by
stitch
but all in one go
like an almighty fucking earthquake
way off the richter scale
propelling shards
in no pre-ordained direction
scattered
in bits
and I wish
you would administer
a measured response
slip me
back into my skin
one last time

Graffitied Slur

Smashed the pin
ground it into my skin
graffitied slurs
like “FAT COW” and “SLAG”
across my back
needled them in
with balled fist
then kissed me
with that filthy mouth
until you were reduced
to nothing more
than a sentient f*ck buddy
blowing back
wasted sentiment
to someone experimenting
on a knife edge
but in no way cut out
to remain on it

Silent Proximity

art gallery dating
was never ideal
knowing glances
whispered observations
moving in silent proximity
skirting invisible
boundaries
hands less than
an arms length away
unable to touch
and in these airy spaces
all I could do was hold my breath
and imagine us in stop motion
you, smearing my lipstick
with your lips
like Francis Bacon
dragging paint
around a study
of an open mouth

Displaced

I still feel you
in
intimate spaces
haloed reminders
of
body temperature embraces
your skin
papered over mine
the translucency
of flesh
failing to disguise
our
fault lines

Pocketed

Searching for signs of him
in his jacket pocket
I found
a lighter
skins
weed crumble trailing the seam
credit card (stolen)
£5 in shrapnel
stray tobacco strands
and in the deepest recess
his hand
rough
but receptive
to mine

Creep

He used to call around 9
burst through the door
high
then creep away in the early hours
leaving me feeling
low