I am patient zero, catching dream sequences at speeds exceeding three hundred kilometres per hour My heart does not race It sings, trembling For the way the world looks back into me The high speed whistle soothes Tunnels blanket me And window side I catch glimpses of unspeakable scenes: The trees are serene The rivers… Continue reading Shinkansen
I know you, Keeper of keys With patched up pockets And unsung heart Promise locks ground you, The earth pressing against your feet Shoulders stiff From hauling words whispered In unshed seclusion Each morsel hanging off metallic chains
If I've written anything in absurdist font, Let me a moment to rewrite, My hands still hesitate, still hover over old typewriters, wondering What sounds the keys will make.
Hold your neck skywards In offering The world would blossom just for you Sakura limbs sturdy, Reaching, The sky a canvas for the rising sun to paint And your limbs are tired, But insisting, The ground a lumpy slopeside, Catapult of stones and bitumen for your feet to spring forth
Last night I dreamt of you And my heart enlarged to twice its normal size My chestward lump protruding My eyes soaked in salt and sadness In it I had gone away And in it you had stayed I had other things in mind When you had passed away I worried, wearied over smaller things… Continue reading You Are Cardinal to Me
I hope that life, like a grand circus finale, catches you, at the moment you waver off kilter, teetering on the edge of certainty as the wind picks up momentum and the distance to the ground grows brave. I hope you find a foothold. I hope your limbs are sure and strong and lively enough… Continue reading My Hopes for You, my Love
Trees shed their leaves much like our hands have fallen To our sides With no intention of holding on. We both continue, Our conversation sliced by colder knives, It turns stale in this autumn air And forms a softer crust Of leaves Beneath our feet And in the corners of our eyes The ones we… Continue reading Holding On
You reach arm deep into memories unstirrred to find A capsule, a hollow, a rounded space awaiting Soft to touch and cold to feel, it is ethereal And commonplace are reactions such as these: A startle, a quickening of breath tapered with realisation And a dozen pangs of wistfulness It is impossible to grip a… Continue reading Grasping the Ethereal
It blurs Like one hundred per cent candle lit moments And soft focus lighting Except, a little bit bluer Neither golden nor pink La vie n’est pas rose It is romantically not. It is defence mechanism, Insurance, a cardigan in summer I spread butter on hot toast Thinking of that particular sunshine And not the… Continue reading Unfocussed
I lay crumbs of myself upon the fresh pillowcase Fragments of existence I have cultivated I have loved and I have hated Particles marinated in life Scabs of experience learned, Held, now resting I align them in sleep as a parting farewell Like snowflake confetti after a party.