Sunday, 30 April 2017

Hello, May

Hello, May

30 days,
30 poems.
April was
For new beginnings
For remembering 
That my blood
Will never
Not leak ink. 
May, Birthday month.
May, sticky summer.
May, heavy & sweet, 
On my tongue.
May, always lighting
My Gemini blood
Aflame. 
May, heat along
My veins. 
May for lust,
love,life. 
May, for becoming
Me, Too bright
Too hot
Always, 
An impetuous summer child.  

Night Owl

Night Owl

I've spent my life
Measuring sleep
And falling short. 
I don't think
I'll ever sleep enough
But I've lived
So many hours
Beyond sleep, life,
The universe and everything.
Some day,
That bargain 
Will feel enough. 
Or I'll finally learn
To sleep. 

Saturday, 29 April 2017

Big Show

Big Show

You laugh
As I confess, 
That in 5th grade
The boys 
Had nicknamed 
Me, Big Show. 
Because I was 
A chubby brat
Who beat the shit 
Out of them. 
My anger was untamed,
Wicked & wild
Back then. 
I was angry
At everything
At nothing.
Now, I'm always 
Smiling. 
But my words
Are sharp-
Gouging paper.
They are untamed,
Wicked & Wild.

Niches

Niches

Big cities
Need niches
To feel like home. 
And my niche
In Londonium
Is a pub 
On the High Street
Where everything 
Is easy. 
And they do
Curry Thursdays.
Where we spill drinks
On pretty coats
And I talk
To strangers 
Who tipsily
Give my business cards
That somehow make 
London, home. 

Webs

Webs

I like my friends 
Meeting my friends
I like seeing
My worlds 
Collide
Co exist
And laugh at me. 
I like going to 
Restaurants I've loved 
From age 8
With friends I've adored
From age 12
Meeting friends 
Delightfully discovered 
At age 23. 
I like spinning webs
Of words, white lies,
Friendship, Love.
Linearity 
Was always dull. 

Thursday, 27 April 2017

Walking Away

Walking Away

When you walk away;
I know you will, 
Remember me like this,
Always. 
Remember me bright and sarcastic
And very loud. 
Remember that I listened 
To folk indie
And sad British bands
When I was happy. 
Remember my voice
Could take your
Breath, away. 
Remember all my bests. 
Remember my eyes, 
When I looked at you. 
Remember the best of me,
Was you. 

Family

Family

I don't know how families 
Are made
Mine were always 
A little Transient. 
I have learned 
To hold no one 
Or nothing close. 
This is not a 
Sad thing, 
I want you to know. 
I think families 
Are made
From light gossip,
Uno cards
And angry affection. 
I am learning
How families are made. 
Today, though
All I know
Is, My Bua
Is the best cook
In the world 
And I'm loved,
loved,loved. 
Is this how 
Families are made?