Silhouette

I’d stare out of my window
Across the street
Grown men and women
Baring skin for me
They’d stand
Facing outward
Posing for sordid
Immersive theatre
Hands on regions
Some clean, some
Wild with roots
Blooming colour
Gardens vibrant
Hand held strimmers
Do the bulk of the work.
I kept meaning
To turn on my light
So they could see
Beneath my silhouette
But the show ends
Curtains close
Satisfied neighbours
Becoming intimate friends
Their palms wave
Smearing the glass
Between us
But we never make
Eye contact
In the physical realm

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Silhouette

Wolf

I sell love on spiked ends
Impaling birds and homeless men
Remove an eye, aphrodisiac users tend
To be less concerned about where it’s been

Romantic hearts flutter in the wind
With valves no longer functioning
Dried and cured, now barbecuing
One small piece might give you wings

The arrow an anachronistic sling
Let them suck it up in ritual flings
The howling wolf climbs up to sing
About how fucked they were on ketamine

A day that reeks of copper coins
Stuffed into some poor girls loins
Invest in fools with peroxide grins
The scar never heals, no-one ever wins

Wolf

Monster

If I said the only reason
I came to see you
Was to taste your mouth
Feel the stiffness
On the back of your neck
Underneath my grubby fingers
Would you have lent me a bed?
I held your shoulder
But never pressed my hand
Further down
Into soft, pale skin
Couldn’t risk the pain
Of a stump spitting blood
Over your things
I’d still pass it off as
An honest mistake
Accidental brush
Ripping a top, as my face
Entangles with yours
Its mixture still wet
The gloop drips
When we disconnect
Pasting our features
Back into place, as best
We remember how we looked
To each other.
Blunt force trauma
Friends, fucking over
Discomfort in silence
We made a monster

Monster

Sheets

I see untamed hair
An uncropped image
The shame of imperfection
Pale body deficient in
Holding its A game
Without straining
Unsupervised shoulders droop
Causing a gut reaction
This is what I am
A bacterial infestation
Chemistry experimenting
With different toxins
A fluttering heart
When joined in person
Saliva drips giving
Mouth-to-mouth
But watch me sleep
And you’ll soon see
That I harbour a human
Underneath the sheets

Sheets

Sweep

Broken shards crack
On each misstep
No light to guide me
Down this treacherous path
But I always walk alone
Insist, in fact
If I see a glance, a pass
A nod of the head
No word slips
From a wicked tongue
No grasp for archaic ideals
Of what a partner ought to be
Each figure I glide by
Does me no harm, escape
Not at the forefront of my mind
An animal in heat doesn’t leap
To attack from behind
Not on my body. Never.
I blend with the background
Pale and boyish, unthreatened
And unthreatening
Not for sale
In some sham ritual
Not sexualised in gutter culture
A carpet sweeper
Offers me a brush
Pushes the thick dust
Back underneath the rug

Sweep