Fuff

I don’t like this anymore 

She cries

Stuck

Stuck

Sticky

On the bathroom floor

We are hyperkinetic 

If the world rotates at 30

We are doing 94

It shouldn’t be this hard

I whisper

It shouldn’t be this hard

I wash her face

Our eyes are sick

Queasy

Uneasy

Falling out our sockets

I thought you said it would stop spinning

I lied little cricket

I always lie

We made sandwiches 

Packed candy 

Caught the bus

Down the yellow brick road

We went

The bumps made us sick

Unruly
Never ending

Relentless

There are no rainbows

No pots of gold

Turns out
You only meet yourself at the end of the road

It shouldn't be this hard

I whisper

It shouldn’t be this hard

I try to stop shaking

I am in more trouble 

Then I could ever imagine

And time is running out

Wash the floor

Scour the sink

Take another little drink

Everything is normal see

Sing a song

Place sixpence in a pie

Cook it up

Serve with butter

Sink

Sink

She traces out help in invisible stars

My heart is ticking

Super fast

Blown up tight

Like birthday balloons

Fuff the candles

Happy birthday Rabbit

Shh

We have to be quiet 

So nobody knows

Thud

Crash

Fall

What is worse 

A silent trip

Or a very loud fall

Violence is golden

It becomes everything 

In the absence of anything more

I don’t like this anymore 

She cries

Stuck

Stuck

Sticky

On the bathroom floor

I lie 

Lie

Face 

Down

Floating in the grease

Are words I did not write

PS 

Life is beautiful 

Come join us…

Spool

I find her in the morning

Unspooled by the bed

She is twisting wildflowers

Around her head

Poppies and dandelions

Diamonds and pearls

Roots

Rots

Summer hot

Breath drizzling 

Tears wept

Leaving a trail

Through pillows and sheets

She hears me stir

Do you think there is a medicine

To make us better

I don’t think so little cricket

I think the medicine is what we make it

I lift her up next to me

Feel her shiver and flinch

Like innocence lost

Like the wanton fear

Of the first tunnel 

She was thrown down

We mix up

Fix up

Garble our words

Eleven is heaven so they say

She giggles

For one single moment it is alright

She flares her lips 

Casts off her coat

How swift the flame

From peak to trough

The first question should always be

How are you

It’s nothing more than manners

And what good are conversations

Stuck behind closed doors

A closed door by its very nature 

Makes conversation quite impossible

It means the words will never meet

She is right of course

I let her play in the coastal rip 

Quietly fingering pins and glue

Dial back the number

There is an emptiness

Trauma

Bay

Gradual 

Reduction

She catches me up

All reductions are gradual

Silly

But not all who reduce us

Make us small

Remember the potion bottle

And silent shoes

My head is bursting 

My stomach blown

Pins

Pines

Sore

Soars

I hold her

Until summer

Fades from our veins 

Let's wear blue posies on our head

Be saints

Pretend to die

I am made of energy 

And my teeth taste like peppermints 

And glue

I find her in the morning

Unspooled by the bed

She is twisting wildflowers

Around her head

Poppies and dandelions

Diamonds and pearls

For one single moment we are alright. 

Resilient

We lie here

Torn 

Taut

Tattered

The can burns cold circles

In my skin

Stuck

Sticky

Sore

Her tongue licks

The small red patch

We have cute cells

They knit together like perils 

Pearls

That’s what I said

Perils

I sigh

So very tired

Time 

Tick

Tocks

It would be far braver if we stopped 

However

Resilience is a rotten core

I doubt there is much left to do

We could label as taboo

She giggles

I like that rhyme

Don’t you

We ring the phone 

To find ourselves

We fail miserably

I don't know where reality is

I know it's not in me

Or on me

I can’t hold it in my hand or head

You can hold me though 

She gurgles

I wrap her underneath my arm

Yes

I can hold you

Did the Red Queen touch you

Her hand was electric

Not socket strong

Universe strong

She noticed that I flinched 

I wanted her to stay

I wanted someone 

To hold me safe and tight

Like a prayer

She mumbles

Chocolate skirting the edge of her lips

Falling off the hands of time

Into dreaming

Sleep well little one

Sleep well

I wipe her sticky head

Kiss our frozen bruises

Tomorrow is another day 

She says 

Before

She 

Stops 

Drops 

Rots

We should have eaten the apple I think

Then we would be over

No pain

No burns

No floor bound trips

We lie here

Torn 

Taut

Tattered

Resilience is a rotten core

I think.

Crow

This crow tastes nice

Says Alice

Picking tiny bones

From her teeth

As if the meat were

Sweet as rose buds

We are on the floor again

Swallowing our afternoon fancies

A little up

A little down

Paling into insignificance as we go

You do know the best apology is change

She wipes her face

Quick 

Furious

Sweeps

Sometimes I loathe

How much she knows

Sometimes I love her too

My cankerous little thief

You stole my soul

And made me live

She smiles

Brushes her dress

Rises up

Like a shadow

Or a conscience

We can puzzle anything out

The woman on the phone

Says I do not make sense

Of course you don’t silly

You boiled over

Cracked

Erupted

Now you are trying to solve it all

With 99 Cent glue

Fix

Fill

Patch

She giggles and sings 

I bet the Queen ordered

Your emotional execution 

Do I sell myself for a crown

Or a thorn

A crown silly

Who wants to wear their sins 

On their head

The paint sinks

Parks in my gut

Thick as mud

Silences the shimmers and swarms

Squashes the ripples and pleas

Consumes me

All I want is home

And rest

How can you silly

You don’t know how to find it yet

I chew crow bones

Lie 

Cheat 

Steal

Perhaps for now

That’s the only part of me 
That’s real.