Paint

I painted my elbows, my feet and right hand The parts of my body I understand The parts of my body I can command And I thought I painted my body If I painted my nails, my hair and my eyes And all the skin my body supplies Would I find it any surprise That … Continue reading Paint

Sandpaper

Grains, red and brownscraping objects up and downwhatever pushes, comes up closewill be reduced uttermost From a distance it looks smoothit looks tame when nothing movesLike a craft from a childit's rudimentary but it's wild Let it touch, let it shakelet it slide, let it gratelet it leave bits, let it takelet it trouble, let … Continue reading Sandpaper

Paranoia

The eyes, the eyesthe eyes are watchingthe eyes are watchingme everywhere the light, the lightthe spotlight meltsthe spotlight melts me to the core the solid, the solidthe solid strengththe solid strength of certain love the eyes, the eyesthe eyes might watchthe eyes might watchbut I don't care

Rock

Far away through the mist my milky eyes seethe rock of my life, my steady foundationit's bigger that I remember, more imposing, looming largethrough the milk my eyes see I remember the days I got to know himI remember the texture, shape, crevicesI remember being held by the dips in darknessI remember knowing him better … Continue reading Rock

Circular roots

Hey reader! I originally put this stanza with the previous poem, but then realised I was talking about something else, so separated them. Circular rootsdrinking its sapwhy drink your sap?on lifeblood chewin water steepingmould is creepingfear it creepingonto you