Daddy is not here
Nor is he there
He is not under my bed
I can't find him anywhere
...
Wild-eyed children with fat lips,
sit glumly upon bottom steps,
awaiting the known time, reasons and recourse
...
News come lightly as feathers falling from soft wings of doves
But lands as hard as mountains of terror
Angels treading softly where fools dance in
Over the sense of self.
...
What of you moon
Slumber drunk and steady
Your light seeps lazily down outstretched branches
Dripping into dark water
...
Thin band far oft
Heavy clouds pressing pushing
Crushing with the force of thunder
But my hope lies there
...
Through breathless moonlight mist she weaves
Scattering light between the leaves
At this dark wanting late night hour
She slows the cold damp winds in power
...
To be despised is to be slug, homeless and writhing
Salts of earth burn as scorn is laboured on these wretched beasts
Assimilating ground into their fat juices
When rain comes they gather speed
...
Hollow crescent from hip to lip
Cursed kisses and bye bye baby
Withdrawn from the secret meaning
Occlused by yards of unknitted yarn
...
The ping merrily danced across your phone, across your life, cross your lies.
Gliding cheerfully between us, Soviet, a secret.
Sweat pricking under shaky hands, mouth drying, spittle acrid.
Slowly, with each green battlefield, each verdant square,
...
It is possible to be a lover but also one who hates
It is possible to be destructive but also one who creates
It is possible to spread laughter everywhere you go
It is possible to spread anger, to spread sorrow, to spread woe.
...
Smoking papers of a life now lived
38 years now rests in a crib
of stone in a cage, breathless inside
Nothing to feel, nothing disguised.
...
A baby stares with unblinking eyes
at two world leaders spitting despise
Born into a war of hatred of mind
...
I knew you once
Now you're the past
Ash spirals and circles of dust
But you, you will never know
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I dream about your eye all day
If we are together or apart
I dream of wrapping my fingers around it
squirting the last drops from your cold dead heart.
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Where Has Daddy Gone
Daddy is not here
Nor is he there
He is not under my bed
I can't find him anywhere
Mummy says he has gone
to a better place
It's big, white and fluffy
with big, golden gates
Up there he can play football
All hours of the day
He will have so many friends
And they'll all want to play
Up there, there is no sadness
No hurts or even pain
The sun is always shining
It doesn't even rain
It means I cannot see him
for a little while
But he will be looking down
So I'll look up and smile
One day I'll feel much better
even without Dad
but first I might feel angry
confused or even sad
I just have to remember
when I'm older about Daddy
especially when I'm feeling sad
Dad will always live in me.