Humming

It is a grumble,

round rumble,

hard tone

tune

deaf

rolling

and dropping

spinning

and tumbling

of la and ooh

and repetitive

word-fumbling

in my head?
maybe not…

Why today?

Why today

why do I miss that bristle brush

rush

of love

push

push and shove

fighting

playing

and your smell

as well

it burns

in my memory

on my tongue

and in my lungs

 

The Photographer

It is the amber dawn that chases me as I wake before 6am once more and take my camera out to the field and set it up on a tripod and trepidation and make a harness for my morning in green thistle and thorn until you rise and I forget to click the shutter because you amaze me again with your beauty and before I know you’ve dispersed and I must wake again tomorrow before 6am to catch you in my camera’s eye.

Eyelids snicker

Eyelids snicker and flap open

laugh outwards

at me

and let eyeball twist in the skull

and fall back and round and forwards

and let the lashes lie flat

for a little too long

and flutter

as if to say something bigger

than the mouth can

 

Some **** from Preston

It is blistering my ears

high-pitched pig squeals

and then moth bitten hands

clasp beer and belly

and bumble like bees

smoke-clogged

and tarred, or barred?

down on her knees

giggle or grunt

at forgotten women

or not so much

forgotten

but beginning to forget

with each sip and peck

at pint and pie

like pigeon and fly

she is distant

and disgraced

so he can

have a good night.

Heritage

Steel totem

smog and snigger

at

puffy skies

that have

marshmallowed

and

bitter lungs

that are

coughing

and

spluttering

over

polluted pints

Texting him

1 –  I would kiss you with all my heart.

2 – You kiss with your lips darling.

1 – Oh. I thought you used your heart. It feels like I use my heart.