Chloe Meakin Poems
|2.||Diaries Of Pirate||6/12/2005|
|3.||Wrapped Around Your Finger||6/12/2005|
|5.||Die A Death||6/12/2005|
|6.||The Game Of The Citizen||6/12/2005|
|9.||The Makings Of Sally Bowles||6/12/2005|
|10.||The Passion Of Sally Bowles||6/12/2005|
|11.||The Burnt Down||6/12/2005|
|12.||Playing At Leaving||6/12/2005|
|15.||Boys Through The Water||6/12/2005|
|16.||Third Secret (A Sestina)||6/12/2005|
|18.||How I Came To Hate Bungalows||6/12/2005|
|19.||My Heart And The String||6/12/2005|
|20.||The Girl's Nobody||6/12/2005|
|21.||Lost Past Episode||6/12/2005|
|22.||General Trouble (For Samantha Bartle)||6/12/2005|
|25.||Two Weeks Before Your Wedding||6/12/2005|
Comments about Chloe Meakin
I wake in the night,
your words and your face and your voice.
Kissing the back of my hand with my mouth. Half a dream still.
Half. My lips and my tongue, and my teeth.
I squeeze my eyes with their lids. I am squeezed by this.
No breath. I burst, and I am disappointed. Just disappointed.
Forcefully. Deep in the night.
You are a piano playing somewhere.
And you are several instruments, playing the same tune, all at once. How to be you.
Kissing you. Carefully, one lip at a time.
The top, the bottom,
I did this once, to you.
I know it’s crazy but I know that
Everybody’s watching me.
Fingers linger longer when they point at me, you see.
As I walk along the road, I feel the slide of eyes along my spine.
Murmurs make a background music for me. They’re here for me.
Everybody photographs my body,
Found this morning,4am. This morning I’m a local beauty spot,