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6 December 2016

He quoted my girlish laugh,
I thought of his mannish fat.

He tested my muscles
and proved proud that his
were indeed bigger, as if
biological norm was a success
he had personally achieved.

I hated his face,
I despised his touch
and inability to outwit
a decade younger girl.

Politeness I maintained,
as smile dressed disdain.

Counting the minutes down
until it would have been
respectful enough to leave.

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16 October (WIP)

Tonight I left the party early
to home _ read _ write that
poetry.

An ode to the poet punk boys
that I’ve looked _ loved
Their songs.
The ones we aged together
with drugs _ dance _ drink
all swilled together but the
taste most fine, my heart’s divine,
is His mouth my tongue entwined.

To my right I stare
to the poet musician; he
sings. That heartbroken-love
The history of sadness
gravels our voices and
grounds all thought.

Or is it just me _
is it not everyone’s thinking?

Those heartbroke songs
the ones we aged together
behind smoke and wine
all swilled together but
the taste most fine, is my heart’s divine,
is His mouth and my tongue entwined.

Burnt as a moth to a flame am I to Eire’s name.

What a fool am I to
be burnt
again by Joyce’s
Sirens’ cries.

To the core
burnt am I
and to the
core of
unbridled hopes
have I let my hopes
burn dreams once so bright.

Held hope high
from another of my kind

Hope held high
from another of my kind

from one
unasked touch that
led to another
wanted more.

Dreams of Eire though now died
lie away on the shore
of Holyhead
and never will I
travel there again.

Burnt as a moth
to a flame am I to Eire’s name.
Browned wings limping away
unable to fly,
lost my right to when found that
my love was no love
of mine.

What a fool am I to
be burnt again by
Joyce’s Sirens’ cries.

When God Discovered He Was a Lie

(WIP)

So you’re telling me, right,
that this was all just a lie
to fit some grand design?
To make your lives easier
to deal with at the end of the day?

But I have been here for you ,
since before the first day
and then some before –
all to make you a member of my home.

Well no, I won’t go.
Invitation declined,
I’ve given you my all,
I’ve put in my time to make myself
in the image of you.

After all these years together –
after all the memories created.

I made you what you are today,
moulded you into something new.

This is a phase, I assure you,
I know you, I always knew you
better than you thought you knew yourself.

This is all I get, this
glaring stare because you
stole my words and rearranged them into
something hateable.

I won’t go.
I refuse to move
until you get it into your system
that I loved you enough
to put up with you.