Therapy

She said that I needed therapy;
her favourite phrase, notwithstanding
What is wrong with you?
and You’re so cold, how can you be so cold?

Spoon

She used to watch
the heavens with a frown -
a diadem of anxiety
formed from her
faded belief in this town.

The Price of Luxury

I.
He swallowed 
his problems with his pills — 
a perfect banquet, a quiet breakfast

Hope & A Halo

My angel went missing
from her post today -
my fine Guardian of the Light.
I used to call her Last Warden:
shieldmaiden, 
warrior of…

Willpower

The cuts on my lip from Monday
defied my macaronic utterances;
the words I thought, but
could not say,

This Is Not An Ode

Odd, how ears can claim 
solemn indecision, make 
the tongue click,
and manifest 
the peculiar impulse 
to brush, brush away…

Once Said

The stonework was cold
beneath the unwavering 
yellow lights
and the concrete paths
were hushed with the solemnity
you find on Tuesday…

UV Filtered

Hello, the lifeguard is asleep.

The sun is high, 
its silhouette unbroken,
round as perfection.

Maitland Street

I once knew a person
who inhabits half a house.

These Chords

My hands were obsolescent;
worn from the strumming…
Nuisances torn and numb.