House empty, I’m in
the pilot light, an eye unblunk in the stove
that yawns, I remember,
the delicious and burnt feasts I cooked here
wearing only my drawers, small breasts
pulled down by gravity, water spurts that slashed
and sizzled nude skin, split carrots
that thundered in the quiet, in the dead of night
I’d cut chives, brew saffron,
steam would dry out my eyes I recall
Against the blue the old Town Hall
with yellow ochre walls
Declares aloud his history
from ageing hallowed halls
In Brighton now amidst the new
it stands aloof to change
Whilst all around the architects
make plans to rearrange
The ocean’s waves come quietly ashore,
Then disappear as quickly as they came.
No matter what the sand was like before,
When water leaves, it’s never quite the same.
I had a handful of yellow
but I let it all go
and now I’ll not find it
’til Springtime I know
It was careless of me
for I had it right there
like a smile on the breeze
just ready to share
Ten thousand one wings in the lion’s ring, Holy and houndish in pursuit from mountain; Trembling are the shadows of the dogdayed age, Widowed from the Summerland, adieu.
It takes courage to admit that the life you’re currently living isn’t making you any happier..
It takes courage to realise that your life is tailored to a size not your own..
It takes courage to notice that the path you’re walking through is not meant for you..
It takes courage to become aware that your inner values do not match the daily things you do..
It takes courage to finally stand up and admit that all the dreams you once had have fallen through..
May your suffering grant you even more hope
May your suffering prove to be your lifesaving rope
May your suffering help you unlock your deepest passion
May your suffering fill you with the sincerest type of compassion
Blocked in passageways
where once there were streets
and sticky faced children
on corners with sweets
watched elderly ladies
resting on seats
All gone in the blink of an eye
Spread-eagle pancake
