feast

For the first few days after you left I couldn't eat anything.

But as time grew so did my appetite.

I took things slowly.

A spoonful of baked beans, a few bites of an apple.

Now, I prepare myself huge banquets. 

I devour old text messages and chow down on the scent of you that's left on my pillow.

I always leave my image of our future selves for last.

I like the taste of what we could have been.

Dog

I took Love, my 14 year old limping Labrador to the vet.

I cradled him in my arms and begged you, through hot tears to make him better.

You took out the biggest needle I'd ever seen and stuck it in his chest, and his poor heart stopped beating.

It's for the best, you said, and then you just left.

Left me here alone.

Alone with a dead dog called Love. 

I had a heart break

Marco Polo

I tell you I love you

Every few moments

Searching for reassurance

Waiting for your response

Like a game of Marco Polo

But I'm just fumbling around

In the dark

Zeit Geist Brown Lager

You're a beautiful thing

you chocolate coloured minx

if only you were the flavour 

in all of my drinks

Your roasty sweet liquid

spills out in a gush

my taste buds are ecstatic

I can feel my face flush

You're my favourite bottled babe

My moment of clarity

I don't even care if people suggest

That I have object sexuality 

love poem #4

Sometimes I think of the moon, and I feel so in love that I'm surprised I don't knock over my telescope.

Every night, once the sun's fucked off, the moon strolls out from behind the clouds and back into my life.

He is constantly changing, swelling and shrinking. Our relationship is a success because we keep things fresh.

Everyone tells me I'm crazy, that the moon doesn't love me, that he probably has another woman on the other side of the world.

But I'll continue to wait for him, inching closer*, until we finally embrace, and the spinning planet is drowned in tidal waves.






*Author is aware that the moon is infact moving away from earth, not closer.

flew

I remember the first night I stayed in your flat
and the way my heart began to race
as cars sped by outside
I thought they were fighter jets