I stuff a scarf into my mouth
and a pillow into my face
I don’t want to alarm the neighbours
everything is wet by the end
Tag Archives: breaking up
melt down (01 Aug 2011)
7 Oct
stranger (01 Aug 2011)
2 OctI can not lay this pain
aside
I heave and I heave
for one breath of peace
I am on the floor
beside the toilet
the full length mirror in front
and when I look at her
I am the stranger
to all that is before me
I hate (23 July 2011)
2 Octhate is a piercing word
and even though I love
you, I had to scream it
I had to – like a wave has to
disembody itself on a rock
I HATE YOU
the last time I screamed those words
was into the face of my mother
I was fifteen and
she got more churned up
than the frothing white sea
that receives me now
each wave strikes me (17 July 2011)
30 SepI ran to the edge, boulders
marking safe from peril
I slipped down the face
momentum dropping me
near the white cracks of sea
white is a colour
that looms from darkness
those fingers reach out
clawing
those hands could grab my feet
taking me
taking everything from me
I am the scream
that cannot echo
amongst the waves, sound
drowns
each wave strikes me
I feel the pull of death
Like this:
wreaked (16 July 2011)
30 Sepnowadays when I go for a run
I run to the bay
where the ships
wreaked themselves on the rocks
it was a common scene
back then, some made it
some didn’t. I wonder
when the lighthouse got built…
I run to this bay because the quarry
got shut down
and now the naked cliffs
are slightly gorged
and it feels ok to scream
this taiaha (07 July 2011)
29 SepI wield this stick
this taiaha
you have no business here
on my heartland
I strike you down
there is nothing left
… you reappear, fully formed
I take the taiaha
I spear your life
a great thwack
(the same sound
as road kill)
I strike again
your heart, groin, your
knees, ankles
you have no life here
in my heartland
I turn away, and
you reappear, fully formed …
Like this:
sauhain (07 July 2011)
29 Septhere’s nothing left here
I promise
we did a fine job
of torching
everything we held dear
between us
to start again
is the sunrise after
sauhain
a timid light
that beckons
death as life
Like this:
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