Category Archives: Relationships

Missing in the Multiverse

We are multipresent in the multiverse,

always online, available as

avatar or bare-faced,

named or anonymed, at the

press of a key or a button

emailed, messaged, skyped, blogged to

so many it’s hard to know who you have

missed, why they might be

missing, whether you will be missed when

you go missing.

Archipelago

We built our peninsula out from the

great landmass, laid foundations to

last a generation but

storms have eaten the earth,

washed struts out to sea, leaving an

archipelago on which each of us is left

stranded, dependant on social media or the

long journey over ever

deeper and more

dangerous seas.

Hearts

My heart goes out to hearts

caught in branches on a cold night;

caught waiting on a

street corner for a

car that won’t come; caught

watching the ice melt in a

bought drink that will

never be drunk; caught between

transplants not knowing which

soul to beat for; caught

hoping, caught dreaming;

caught in the act of

catching cold.

The Canonical Hours of a Working Man

Matins

In the ghost world the

ghost girl dances her

ghost whirls enlacing me in

veils so seductive I

sometimes pray the

dawn won’t come.

 

Lauds

But dawn does come with the

prayer my feet will

find the floor and that the

floor will bear my weight so I

will not start the day

flat on my face.

 

Prime

If there is a God it is coffee-coloured,

coffee-flavoured, dark-roasted,

perking like heavy breathing, its

consort sizzling in the pan, the

toaster popping its prize with a

sigh like a prayer.

 

Tierce

In the mad rush of the studio I

see something, take my chance,

get the set rebuilt and

knowing it will take time

slip out to light my

prayer to creativity.

 

Sext

Shall I make this poem a pun on Sex? But

lunch is when I have a moment to

lust over those who, at work,

I respect, would never dishonour, but

at quiet times imagine

undressed, themselves lustful.

 

 

None

Mid-afternoon is a sigh—no, a

yawn into the vast face of the work we’ve

chiselled all day into something we

pray is vaguely human, vaguely

real, vaguely worth all that

spent time to achieve.

 

Vespers

Outside the lamps are lit just as we

switch ours off and head away home

praying all is well with those

work has cut us off from, lit

phone-screens in the car-park evidence of

love, concern and care.

 

Compline

Fed and watered—ok, wined!—I

wend my way to my hotel, call home,

check the news, reply to emails,

clean myself, resign myself to bed

praying the ghost girl will still be

whirling in her ghost world.

Necklace

Your neck, dear Lady,

deserves a poem but

can I find enough

fine words to

thread a necklace to

hold throughout the day and

not chafe? Or will

one word or another

prickle, my poem

tossed in a tray

with the rest of your

discarded finery?

Just Words

Kind words sink silently into the

memory-sponge of the walls but

harsh words carom around the house

forever, their cockroach-carapaces

impossible to crack.

Remainia

I dreamt I had to leave you alone in Remainia

without a passport but you insisted you could

still slip back in, claim benefits,

beg in the streets if necessary, and if the

police tried to deport you—well

Remainia doesn’t exist

does it?

Breathing, Listening

Have we not slept with someone who

seemed to stop breathing?

Have we not stopped breathing,

listening anxiously for the belated

exhalation, the murmur of

incomprehensible words, the

wriggle of toes that allows our breath a

final release, knowing

life yet lives?

Cannibalism

Poetry is bones, the flesh

chewed to the gristle, leaving

just enough to recognise a

human being.

 

But you won’t stay a

quiet skeleton in the corner,

keep growing more flesh for me

to gnaw on.

Prude and Prejudiced

The weather cannot choose to be

hot or cold like you can, wearing

airy clothes whilst making

coffee, pretending you are

unaware of how nearly

nude you are or how hard it is to

share this space when you are a

prude and prejudiced.

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