Lamenting your departure,
The cherry blossom
Distracts me briefly.
2012 © LH
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Atrophy
The sunflower
Died a slow death
Gasping for breath
It's throat slit
Yellow blades
Rusted, pointless
Powerless to pierce the
Blistered black heart
Pursuing the brightest star
From west to east
East to west
Craving to bask in its warmth
A Lavendar sky
Bleeds ruby red
A blazing fire, smothered
The frantic crows scatter
Like windblown ashes
The candle extinguished
It is noticeable, how
The curl of gloom
Tastes of vanilla
Forsaken once more
As the first snowflake falls
From the starless vault
No rhyme nor reason
A delicate white fleck
So vulnerable
It diminishes at any token
Of warmth.
2012 © LH
Died a slow death
Gasping for breath
It's throat slit
Yellow blades
Rusted, pointless
Powerless to pierce the
Blistered black heart
Pursuing the brightest star
From west to east
East to west
Craving to bask in its warmth
A Lavendar sky
Bleeds ruby red
A blazing fire, smothered
The frantic crows scatter
Like windblown ashes
The candle extinguished
It is noticeable, how
The curl of gloom
Tastes of vanilla
Forsaken once more
As the first snowflake falls
From the starless vault
No rhyme nor reason
A delicate white fleck
So vulnerable
It diminishes at any token
Of warmth.
2012 © LH
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Flashback In Traffic
I drove through a red light,
Like shrapnel slicing flesh
It happened so fast
I didn't notice until the driver
In the other car, the one in my path,
Swerved and mouthed,
Moron, or something,
I won't pretend I can lip read
I saw her pupils dilate, glassy,
Mouth, trembling, catching flies
In the desert, with her red cloak,
Leaving behind a trail,
As I sailed towards her,
In silence, dreamy,
Then, bam, bam
The gunfire,
Horns, blaring
Then she was just a memory
In my rear view mirror,
There is violence in Syria
I caught the end of the news
I was someplace else,
Trying to figure out how to tell you,
That I can't cope with
Reliving the suffering over
And over again,
Then all of a sudden
I almost didn't have to.
2012 © LH
Like shrapnel slicing flesh
It happened so fast
I didn't notice until the driver
In the other car, the one in my path,
Swerved and mouthed,
Moron, or something,
I won't pretend I can lip read
I saw her pupils dilate, glassy,
Mouth, trembling, catching flies
In the desert, with her red cloak,
Leaving behind a trail,
As I sailed towards her,
In silence, dreamy,
Then, bam, bam
The gunfire,
Horns, blaring
Then she was just a memory
In my rear view mirror,
There is violence in Syria
I caught the end of the news
I was someplace else,
Trying to figure out how to tell you,
That I can't cope with
Reliving the suffering over
And over again,
Then all of a sudden
I almost didn't have to.
2012 © LH
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
Curfew
You beat me frantically,
And I was a mute for three days,
My screams woke latent birds,
Like black bats, scowling,
At my pitiful face.
I disturbed the sleep of earth worms,
And neighbours,
Bothering the mellow moon
I appeared as suddenly as
The freckles that bridged my nose
That summer.
Later, caked with my own recipe,
Of salt and slime.
As suddenly as my unripe breasts,
Beneath my Frankie says Relax
T-shirt
You just kept beating,
Three days of silence,
In the bath
With my colour changing toy
My buttocks,
Red, blue, purple
Brown, green, yellow,
I hated you
You cherished me, it terrified you,
Both of us terrified, of each other,
That boy! That boy!
We were just holding hands,
On Kirby's lane and listening,
To the crickets sing, Daddy.
2012 © LH
And I was a mute for three days,
My screams woke latent birds,
Like black bats, scowling,
At my pitiful face.
I disturbed the sleep of earth worms,
And neighbours,
Bothering the mellow moon
I appeared as suddenly as
The freckles that bridged my nose
That summer.
Later, caked with my own recipe,
Of salt and slime.
As suddenly as my unripe breasts,
Beneath my Frankie says Relax
T-shirt
You just kept beating,
Three days of silence,
In the bath
With my colour changing toy
My buttocks,
Red, blue, purple
Brown, green, yellow,
I hated you
You cherished me, it terrified you,
Both of us terrified, of each other,
That boy! That boy!
We were just holding hands,
On Kirby's lane and listening,
To the crickets sing, Daddy.
2012 © LH
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
The Monsters' Bowl
Ten pins on thin black strings,
Dangling corpses lacking limbs,
Their necks adorned with bloody rings
Infected bowls, three elfin holes,
Gouged eyes and vacant nose,
Roll like headless phantom souls
The waxen lanes, that entertain,
Howl and screech and squeal with pain,
As heads roll time and time again
Eyeballs, in darkened stalls,
Delight in echoed wailing walls,
As legless torso's maul and fall
A spare, a split, a gutterball,
A strike is what they're braying for
It's the moan of slaughter they adore.
2012 © LH
Dangling corpses lacking limbs,
Their necks adorned with bloody rings
Infected bowls, three elfin holes,
Gouged eyes and vacant nose,
Roll like headless phantom souls
The waxen lanes, that entertain,
Howl and screech and squeal with pain,
As heads roll time and time again
Eyeballs, in darkened stalls,
Delight in echoed wailing walls,
As legless torso's maul and fall
A spare, a split, a gutterball,
A strike is what they're braying for
It's the moan of slaughter they adore.
2012 © LH
Saturday, 4 February 2012
Hide and Seek.
I don't dream of you anymore,
Where did you go to, are you hiding?
I wander the corridors,
With their white washed walls
Opening door after door,
Each room hollow, as a whales belly
The removal men in their white coats
Took every scrap of furniture,
With their rubber block,
And conducting jelly
Except for the bed!
Rattling metal, leather straps,
And the sweet smell of ammonia
Are you hiding under there?
Like when we played hide and seek.
Ready or not here I come,
Come out come out wherever you are.
2012 © LH
Where did you go to, are you hiding?
I wander the corridors,
With their white washed walls
Opening door after door,
Each room hollow, as a whales belly
The removal men in their white coats
Took every scrap of furniture,
With their rubber block,
And conducting jelly
Except for the bed!
Rattling metal, leather straps,
And the sweet smell of ammonia
Are you hiding under there?
Like when we played hide and seek.
Ready or not here I come,
Come out come out wherever you are.
2012 © LH
Friday, 3 February 2012
Anxiety Attacks.
I have throat cancer, I think,
I smoked some cigarettes,
Four maybe, in a week,
And I don't smoke.
That was weeks ago
I keep waking up,
In the middle of the night,
And I can't breathe,
Like the time you put your hands
Around my throat and squeezed,
Then you slapped my face, hard,
And I saw stars
I had never felt so alive before,
So close to the brink of death
I can feel it climbing into my brain,
Wrapping itself around,
Like a bittersweet nightshade,
It must have crept into my mouth
When I inhaled
It's arrow burned a path to my throat
Now it's suffocating me
With its tumorous tendrils
I'm paralysed
I need you to slap my face
So I can see stars,
So I can feel alive again,
Because right now it feels like
I'm dying.
2012 © LH
I smoked some cigarettes,
Four maybe, in a week,
And I don't smoke.
That was weeks ago
I keep waking up,
In the middle of the night,
And I can't breathe,
Like the time you put your hands
Around my throat and squeezed,
Then you slapped my face, hard,
And I saw stars
I had never felt so alive before,
So close to the brink of death
I can feel it climbing into my brain,
Wrapping itself around,
Like a bittersweet nightshade,
It must have crept into my mouth
When I inhaled
It's arrow burned a path to my throat
Now it's suffocating me
With its tumorous tendrils
I'm paralysed
I need you to slap my face
So I can see stars,
So I can feel alive again,
Because right now it feels like
I'm dying.
2012 © LH
Birth of a Poet
Don't read my notebook I say,
I have nothing to hide..
But this is me, totally naked,
Spat out, raw, from a deep wound
Flailing, my lungs,
Taking their first breath,
A gulp, a high pitched scream,
And fat tears.
Little fists for hands
And screwed up face
Witnessing my birth,
My thoughts on paper,
In all this commotion,
Then words, delivered,
Like afterbirth.
Confessional poetry?
If I wanted to confess,
I'd visit a priest
Ten decades of the rosary
And I'll be saved!
No I bloody won't!
Confess to God? Where are you?
Where were you when I was on my knees,
In the darkness, pregnant with anguish,
Groping for my pen?
2012 © LH
I have nothing to hide..
But this is me, totally naked,
Spat out, raw, from a deep wound
Flailing, my lungs,
Taking their first breath,
A gulp, a high pitched scream,
And fat tears.
Little fists for hands
And screwed up face
Witnessing my birth,
My thoughts on paper,
In all this commotion,
Then words, delivered,
Like afterbirth.
Confessional poetry?
If I wanted to confess,
I'd visit a priest
Ten decades of the rosary
And I'll be saved!
No I bloody won't!
Confess to God? Where are you?
Where were you when I was on my knees,
In the darkness, pregnant with anguish,
Groping for my pen?
2012 © LH
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Arthritis
Why do you fail me?
Cadaverous claw,
Fourteen flaming phalanges,
A fire breathing Chimera,
Gnawing through bone
With your primitive saw.
2012 © LH
Cadaverous claw,
Fourteen flaming phalanges,
A fire breathing Chimera,
Gnawing through bone
With your primitive saw.
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
The Stigma
I never knew you,
Half an inch, with webbed feet,
My lungs forming,
Yours, giving up
Buoyant in amniotic fluid,
Whilst you were drowning.
Silent.
Enveloped in darkness,
Both of us, with no voice.
You wrote her a letter
On paper, the colour of the moon,
Delicate white lace,
Her wedding dress,
Never worn.
She held it,
Hands like nervous butterflies
Fearful a breeze would steal it from her
Unknowing,
She had already been robbed.
Then she carried it with her,
She carried me,
Carried the burden.
She was slowly drowning too.
A bastard child,
A shipwreck on the ocean floor,
Casualties of the war,
The three of us.
2012 © LH
Half an inch, with webbed feet,
My lungs forming,
Yours, giving up
Buoyant in amniotic fluid,
Whilst you were drowning.
Silent.
Enveloped in darkness,
Both of us, with no voice.
You wrote her a letter
On paper, the colour of the moon,
Delicate white lace,
Her wedding dress,
Never worn.
She held it,
Hands like nervous butterflies
Fearful a breeze would steal it from her
Unknowing,
She had already been robbed.
Then she carried it with her,
She carried me,
Carried the burden.
She was slowly drowning too.
A bastard child,
A shipwreck on the ocean floor,
Casualties of the war,
The three of us.
2012 © LH
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