I remember when you lied

about how you knew me

said we were old friends

from school

but we’d only just met


introduced by him

when he moved in

had nothing in common


I liked cars

and you had one

we hadn’t come


but driven in

that was my lie

so now we’re even


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past trauma

put lips to old pain

feel it flutter and still

poison drawn, paused


these untidy

memories and broken bits of games

horror of untethered high-wires


and never good enough

lifetime’s untruths, dissembling

nervous-held handbag


run tongue over protrusions

puffed proud tissue

give it wine, buy clothes


in the body aches

pleasurepunish chafes

adorned, adored


addictions rise from secret spots

manacles like friends

again, again, again


strip away snailsmooth streaks

knife scars, sear words

seal                    it up

momentary grace



It’s been more than a month since my last post, argh! I’ve been working 100% and the time just slips by. It’s a rather doomy poem to return with. Inspired by an excellent podcast featuring Russell Brand and Gabor Mate on addiction and past trauma. Short version here: Long version (worth it!) here: 

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can you stain your face


hide your lips behind

a dark rose?

can you wear

black hair

like a habit

even if you’re not a nun

(maybe adopt her severity)

can you paint your eyes

in liquid lines

and hide

or is the truth

never quite disguised

can you garb yourself

in widows weeds

or a uniform

from outer space

… a spider’s lace

what is hidden

what’s revealed

beauty is

a kabuki iceberg






Today’s GloPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle… not sure I completely managed this. I think I took it a bit too literally. But in keeping with my goth theme so far, it seemed appropriate.