01/21/25
Look I don’t know if anyone will read this. I don’t know if I want anyone to read these things. But I’ve always had a soured relationship with social media. I do not think it is good for you. It’s definitely not good for me and now they’re all run by crazies anyway and it will soon become state media. So, I have this website and maybe I’ll talk and muse and post about things in a way that’s a little more public than my journal. I wrote this poem a few weeks ago about someone very special to me. I hope you enjoy it.
Dark and cold, the B44 skates up Kingston Avenue
I think of your smile to keep me warm
The way your lips separate and your teeth do all the work
Dark brown curls hang at your shoulder, like a curtain falling for ovation
I am your audience, my eye’s clapping and jeering as they look into yours,
A universe in themselves, hazel galaxies draining to brown, to the small black of your pupils.
I stare and you ask what
But I don’t have the words and you already know what’s what
You shrug like Tomei, with the left then right shoulder
You bite your lip and I feel at one with the cosmos,
The way that makes me feel so, so much
Things I thought I’d forgotten or would never feel again
Things I’ve never felt before