Return It

My heart is so big you could cut it, knife and fork, and share it with the street. Share. I share my skin, my soul, my shelter with another and they claim it as their own. Then return it when it doesn’t quite fit right, isn’t what they’re after, change their mind. Do they have … Continue reading Return It

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They Told Us

They told us we were special, Each gift-wrapped like collectables, scraping ink into papers on tables with cries for help engraved into tainted wood.   They told us we had talent, From colouring inside the lines, bringing outlines to life, with rainbows and felt-tips, tip-toeing across the blank space Like crowds, protesting, chaos over what … Continue reading They Told Us

A Face

Isn’t it bizarre how I’ll see my reflection ten years later and desperately crave, miss, wish, hiss for the face that once was.   When right now I pull it a part I think and yearn for the future I worry about what’s to come and picture myself in pictures captured with my loved ones … Continue reading A Face

18:19

Ruler marks across the country scribbled lives and pencilled-in faces, adjoining places with families and names they don't know. They'll just pass them through the window.   A snap-shot, no, scrapbook, just quick visions of insight into their person. The clothes they wear, suitcase or phone a face without a name  A smile is enough. … Continue reading 18:19

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Happy Pills

They prescribe you a different colour, a magic dose, higher and higher. No student discount on those happy pills, but the unemployed are the typical buyer.   For it's some instant fix (well worth the try) that make you brain-dead. But, who's to believe you, when it's all inside your head?   'How are you … Continue reading Happy Pills