Redundant...I’m broken once moreRedundant...4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the weight of paperwork
Of the forms,
Of tick boxes,
Of crossing all the T’s
And with the dotting all the I’s
Once more following a tedious protocol
That I had thought foolishly was behind me.
The hollowness of my bank account echoes
With the lack of paid wages for worked hours
I can almost hear the terrified rattle of the few coins within
As the zombie-like bills and direct debits demand payment
Too much time becomes claustrophobic
And new work scarce, elusive, an endangered species.
Experience cancelled out by age
Capabilities stagnating without chances.
--Never a good time for redundancy.
Coast-wraiths...The night echoed,Coast-wraiths...7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Filled with the cries of gulls and wave-crashes.
Pale shapes against the dark- not just of the sea-birds;
Ghost-like and half-imaginary
Cliff and skyline merge -
While remaining waking I dream of phantom ships,
Yet in myself I feel more like the apparition.
Wraith-like in heart, heavy in bones,
Trapped somewhere between sea-foam and stars.
Blame.It's my fault.Blame.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That my waistline remains at thirty-two inches;
In bare-feet I will only ever reach your chin,
That i have hard working hands and artists eyes.
The curves of an hourglass,
And the ruined joints of a former runner.
Teamed with the bespectacled face of a librarian
Struggling lungs and lover's heart-
And crazy-cat-lady potential-
Refusing to colour my hair russet
Choosing to collect more body art.
More studs, more rings, more corsets,
A mix and match of grunge and rock;
Nirvana sang 'All Apologies'
Buckcherry sang 'Sorry'
And I lament just a little,
I'm still who I was when you fell for me-
But I'm finding myself taking the blame for that.
It's my fault
That you're now so different.
Lastly...The final day of another yearLastly...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Arrived almost unnoticed;
As I count up the long list of losses-
Those of people and those of emotions,
Tallying up all the wrong-doings,
The petty spites and bone-deep hurts.
Boxing each away as a memory
Left to gather dust somewhere,
Able to neither forgive nor forget,
But able to move forwards--
And start counting the gains.
Business as usual.These days you treat me like businessBusiness as usual.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What can you make from me or out of me
How much can you push and take--
I wonder if you will cash me in like a cheque
And count your profits.
Unless, I pre-empt your managerial decisions
And break this partnership that has grown one-sided
With a parting resignation.