Creative Coping


Fatal Reflection

Round and round it swings

With centrifucal force,

The cycle of pain and self torment, the

Frustration of procrastination

Why not do it today?

Cant! Wont?

Loud the pound, Narcissus

Streaming round the brain,

Pumping full the eardrums

With the sound of sheer

Doom

Boom, it goes, again.

 

Forget the sun, what

You had won through

Ernest Toil.

The boil on your leg is the

Clumsy spy, whose

Yellow fuss gives away

Conspiracies beneath;

Self sabotage.

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Girl in 5 parts
June 11, 2009, 6:51 pm
Filed under: growth, healing, love, nature, pain, regression, shame, strength | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

1.

My name is girl

My age is when

I feel the day

My height is fringed

With misty things, the haze

That surrounds all,

Air , or something like it,

Electrical.

Part 2.

My fate is but a worm

Squirming in the sand

Beneath an apple on the

Beach.

My rubbery coil senses Autumn’s

Mellow fruit but feels

Only grit and cigarette ends,

Yellowed with spit

And the odd spat of sea.

Part 3.

My Date is a round

Can of something fizzy,

A man, who’ll pop

And bubble over

With sense and tunes

Told well, with confidence

Like some voluntary tramp.

Part 4.

My ache is a bell

Bent out of shape

Chord twanged by the wrong

Hand. Who”s hand?

Who cares? Lets fix it,

If it’s copper it’ll meld well.

Part 5.

My tune is a song

Soldered on to the side

of my liver, an odd

Audience, granted,

But keen, it knows exactly

Where I’ve been and what

Deals Life’s dealt.

No, livers make grand audiences,

They’ll tell you whether or not

You were truly magnificent,

With their view from the stalls.



Wakeful
June 19, 2008, 9:18 pm
Filed under: eating, happiness, healing, health, hope, pain, shame, sleep | Tags: , , , , , , ,

Firm and awake is how I feel,

Now that day is done

And night is

Come to stop

The whirr of consciousness.

Today was easy,

There was no drag,

Low air resistance and I

Soared high, even

At my desk, sat on foam.

After lunch came cruel gut,

Prompting truancy, again

the shame of crunch and swallow-

But it passed and day dawned anew

With afternoon and bloodstream teeming-

Tasks were done and now,

I’m happy to explore the night and trip on sleep, by chance,

Busy looking for a dream.



5 Second Romance
June 13, 2008, 7:05 pm
Filed under: hair, health, love, shame, thrill | Tags: , ,

Pulsing frame cool against

My hot cheeks burning through

Finger cage of cupped hands.

Fringe spilling over hands held

High to keep out awkward offered affection.

Fringe gaping to expose the shame of

An exaggerated forehead.

With mis-placed hairs in mind

Hot cheeks singe and

The current is fused.

Now, Mascara’s tracks are blurred to bruises

And smiles flake the face,

Like butter too cold for bread.