An Ode to Recovery

Words, I am short of; They escape me, frequently, like a tide that’s aimless. I throw them on a wall and they bounce back behind me, Into the pit of darkness that I had built long ago: unnecessarily. Words: they…

I know this smell all too well The smell of recognition The smell of intimacy The smell of submission The smell of colours The smell of new fantasies The smell of music. You tell me it’s not the same Oh,…

I haunt that old cafe no more; No longer wait on those figments of mystery that we were. I still wonder if you’re safe and sound, wonder how, knowing you’re so destructive? Once the parcel has been returned to the…

When my head hits the pillow at night, I don’t see a blank ceiling, I see us, reliving our memories like an overrun movie on a large screen, like a sky full of gleaming stars, showering light all around me.…

You silly little sunshine, So put together at midday! Tell me have you tried Solving the riddle in your name, Lost your eyes in the process And could never find the pencil? You twirl and giggle, His feet are tired,…

Yellow, white, golden and brown: same old curtains surround me every morning; Morbid, plain, so delicate, so pale. They bend and break too, but in their ruins, all you see are loose threads; In mine, you see placid, darkened eyes…