15/10/2013

a passenger of inconvenience

you say I leave you blunt weapons and memories to find
maybe if you pulled something would give
and burst like a mosaic of woodlands and suicides

I’ve tried talking, tried polite smiles and greetings
but the words stick at the back of my throat
and will only dislodge with the end of a toothbrush   

now that you’ve lain here, its left an indent in my sheets
and when I fall asleep without you there
shards of soft metal find their way through my ribs

the nights are cold now and the moon is half empty
clusters of stars almost look like they could be constellations
of men riding horses through the mist.