a series of poems that have nothing (and everything) to do with each other
Hola holaaaa hope you are all well!! It’s been a hot min, and I’m working on some rly interesting newsletters (or I think so at least heheheheh) so in the meantime plz enjoy some of my (reasonably) recent poems from the last couple of years. Weirdly their meanings shift and move as life shifts and moves and, as I’ve discussed before, they mean both nothing and everything to me - hope they mean something to u. It’s the first time I’ve shared these ones so eeeeek be kind n lemme know if u connect with them in any kinda way xxxxxxx
Patti
I wanna jump off of the balcony like the end of Birdman, Patti
makes me wanna fly, Patti
blurry through my plastic beer glass, Patti
orange in light.
Mercy has a human heart
Pity has a human face
New York is only a cliché cause of you, Patti
what does your daughter think of you
Patti
does she know you could stop an army with your whisper?
never mind your scream
never mind your silence.
Patti Smith isn’t rows of chairs
or picked up mic stands
she’s a Saint Laurent jacket
Jesus died for somebody’s sins
(absolve me, Patti)
but not mine.
When the air is smoky I feel like it’s all burnt down
does smoke always mean death?
Boys In Bands Always Talk About Their Ex-Girlfriends When You're Naked
you fake it
create it
fantasy
we deal in secrets
contraband
currency
bury me
hit me
across the face
tell me my place
I think about Him
and I think about lying to Him
and I look out the window and it's a funeral
I don't deserve a wedding
do I even recall
the fall?
the water under
it all?
the stalls
the pauses
brakes
purgatory
shakes
the morning breaks
and my head hurts again
text my friend
how does it end?
and my head hurts again
step out of my uber
tell the pavement
I don't feel a fucking thing
step into a stupor
tell the basin
I can't feel a fucking thing
Just Yesterday
Tied up in bondage knots
that I didn't ask for
and don't like how they feel
Tied up in cotton socks
unblessed
and undressed
Tied up in littered thoughts
most seen drowned
under a drink
Tied up in fallen petals
from bouquets bought
from that shit band
Tied up in synthetic pink
more neon is
less like me
Tied up in angel's voices
more neon is
less like it was
Tied up in cracked promise
your weight shifted
done too soon
Shades
Pink and margarita tinged it
didn't feel like it could sting it
didn't feel as though it might
sever
all the reds we had together
all the shades of
all the parts
my writhing thoughts my
torn up heart
my trembling head my
broken pen
I don't ever want to
see you again
Where Is My Mind?
fingerprint bruises
and bloody
shins
red
left on
don't let on
pink lips and
hurt hips
stretch me out
spread me thin
what kind of
state am I in
garage flowers
counted hours
I really am
mad
devoured
Like A Girl
sitting next to him I thought my heart might stop
overwork itself
exert itself
more than you ever did anyway.
until you see blood pouring
feel your heart roaring
until you know what it's like
to shed your skin
from within
don't talk to me.
I bled too much for you
too
A Love Poem
ur happily rattling pebbles, the ocean coursing around you
ur the centre of a rose
the good bit
ur a hydrangea bush, filling the sky with star shaped flowers
ur my lucky number
ur an ajar window in the rain
ur a kettle boiling
after a long day
ur the flame catching on the gas
ur the noise when I put out a match
ur noodles draped on chopsticks
in a bowl of phở
ur crispy shallots, still sizzling
ur the cheer when the team scores
ur a rooftop you can climb onto
ur the McPlant
after all this time
ur a streetlamp
casting a gauzy, comfy light on the road
catch u next time! <3