returning alive

Napo 2015! Bring it on!

There's a forest on your jawline
that I want to explore
to those rope bridge lips
on to those mountainous cheekbones.

I want to scale you, and float
in your raft like eyebrows
that float in your ocean eyes
and sail down the curve of your nose
to be swallowed.

#2

creating a world of fear in seven days

on mondays i wake
to sleep again.
i eat, and the food rushes
to my belly to say 'good morning',
but most days i am not
a welcoming host.

on tuesdays my room
is haunted. i'm sure.
i stay awake 'till it's light out,
and sleep in.

on wednesdays i have targets
on my back. killed with arrow
eyes, and burned alive.

on thursdays i can see the future.
it's frozen in ice.

on fridays i am photographic.
attacked by recollections
with sharp edges that
i cannot keep away.

on saturdays i live upstairs.
with books and games to
keep everything smooth.

on sundays i rest,
hopefully.