Charred

…these paws hold no heal,
scars fill palm-lines solid,
not the result she invented,
lost in dark streets and her mind…
both twisted dead ends and unmapped and unkindly-
on her and me.
…and like a continuous stream of tattoo’d bio-mass before my eyes all soft,
yet solid, sordid and uninspired lines that
dominate my landscaped azure-high-sky within,
that push and relentless tidal pull of bones coloured in skin.

Embedded
Before memories began, all that sung without a birth to dock in…
All that savage sing…

My life is burning empty,
Alone is chosen, lonely just is…
Fires are started, and I recall a line from a lost love-

“Nobody jumps off bridges anymore”

almost the best thing she ever said, almost…