Heavy

The sludge in your stomach
black and thick
rolls though your veins
a poisonous display
you breath it, you drink it
you cannot help it, for it stays.

A love
a seemingly easy love
a crown of thorns upon the mantlepiece
is that an elephant in the room?
can I even presume?
It rains.

It soaks your shoes
it soaks your bed
but why the bed?
An easy escape
the window is open
but the sludge thick and grimy
holds you down,
a wave goodbye
a sad display.

You dream of flying
hand in hand
a tree on your wall
painted black and tall
with your lovers hand.

A lovers hand
broken window panes
a screaming fight
a broken night
a poisonous display.

But that is love,
what more can I say?

Oh I wonder

It starts off with a buzz, a slow vibrating pulsating
shallow and timed
it flows
a current
the waves are equal, the pulse is stable
it deepens
it digs lower and lower
a hum erupts from the senses
it grows higher and higher
the waves are heightened
the pulse is faster
the breathing shallow
the motion rumbles
prickles of skin erupt in sweat
senses lost
uncontrollable
waves shudder
inside

It finishes with a hum, slow and calculated
pulse stable
body still

Imagined memories

Somehow we ended up with a black and white chicken,
it was of the exotic kind, a bastard child of a foreign bird of paradise and an escaped dinner.
I named it Ribena but I insisted on shouting 'chickenfeed' at it
every time it tittered around the house squawking.
You tried to feed it leftover meat and vegies
but instead it picked off the sesame seeds one by one off the bottom of the bowl.
It was Saint Patrick's day.
But you went away and now I don't know what holiday it is