4/3/4

i keep writing
these poems
in 4/3/4

i don’t know why
but my brain
just will not stop

configuring
all my thoughts
into this form

tiny little
faux haiku
drifting away

a cloud of thought
barely formed
a ghost of words

miniaturised
groups of sounds
shorn of meaning

so anyway
here they are
you have been warned

***

#1:

no one loves me
even though
i think they should

***

#2:

i cannot breathe
with your hand
upon my heart

***

#3: (a dream)

the octopus
grips my arm
like a lost child

***

#4: echo

a delicate
dust shadow
revelation

***

#5: autobiography #1

i spent a pound
on some sweets
and ate them all

***

#6: unanswered question

what difference
would it make
if i smiled

***

#7: remembrance of shaves gone by

i keep looking
at the blood
trickling away

***

#8: self realisation

what is the point
of all this
with no-one here

***

#9: autobiography #2

watched the football
it was shit
yet i’ll watch more

***

#10: lunch

this glass of milk
has a fly
dying in it

***

#11:

i don’t feel well
anymore
and nor do you

***

12: yes

i am having
a breakdown
in poetry

***

#13: autobiography #3

it was busy
in the park
i ate some chips

***

#14: it is happening again

its so windy
all the bins
blew down the road

***

#15:

his twitter posts
came and went
and went and went

***

#16: email

it’s possible
i missed it
not ignored it

***

#17: book #1

the book was good
i liked it
i read some more

***

#18: book #2

Thus Were Their Faces
was the book
i was reading

***

#19: book #3

its title
did not quite fit
breaking all the rules

***

#20: autobiography #4

covered in ink
from leaking
cheap broken pens

***

#21:

I was offered
kind advice
Frightened, I ran

***

#22:

sometimes i try
to escape
the bounds of space

***

#23: autobiography #5

my headphones fell
on the floor
they were alright

***

#24:

wasting my time
as if it
means anything

***

#25: autobiography #6

the plastic bags
jellyfished
across the park

***

#26: FIN

if i could die
it would be
quite the relief

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Notes:

1. Written between 6th and 8th August, 2019
2. It’s okay I’ve stopped now

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hot, isn’t it

blackbirds drinking
in the haze of summer
from dog bowls
and sprinklered puddles

gulls spiralling in updrafts
above the melting roads
feeding on clouds
of winged ants

and in the gardens
everyone
dead in the sun

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Notes:

1. Written on 23rd July, 2019
2. And also originally it had an extra verse
3. That read:

Butterflies locked
in their helical dance
above sun-yellowed grass

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Tale #64: Memorial for the executed generals of the siege of Colchester

A town built upon the dead
the starved
and the murdered
and those left to die
in the deprivations
of imprisonment

and in the flames too
and the fire
of earlier devastations

We don’t remember the names
of the innocent beneath our feet

Yet the names of those that
should have died nameless in their guilt

we repeat them
we repeat them

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Notes:

1. Written in March, 2018

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