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Showing posts with label #blog. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 August 2020

loyal.26

the horn section bursting

set up a break against the

fire 


the reeds supple 

like fingers 


even the concrete got

to feeling. our feet 

left gooey indents in

the road


a new kinda hollywood 

where everyone's

a star


#katyamills

Thursday, 9 April 2020

urban verses

faith in one

another we
take cover

hitting the bricks
early hour of the

day we
trick the tricks
what they gonna

say

no nine to five we
make our own
time i feel so alive
in your arms then
spent

steam rises
through grates in
the streets we rent

hydrants let loose
like my spirit
summer days
catches fire scaling
fences

beneath
your loving gaze


#katyamills
2020

under cover

under cover
of darkness
my lover
of light
made even
a storm front
bright

Monday, 10 August 2015

papier-mâché

When i put forth the greatest of effort 
and try

then left all forlorn
with my    y-y-y-why?
when my eyes
see your eyes
and the eye lashes back


honesty says
look away now
love, look away
how I feel all alone
and your loneliness
too


i wish for your love
though there’s nothing to do



i hate all my wishing
i hate all my hating
hate all my feelings
this way and that


hating you
hating me


and then
get quiet
all turn
to stone



then come dark clouds
fifty thousand dark shades
the long and dark nights
the endless dark days


my ears start to bleed
my sight starts to fail
in exchange for choice words
my Latin, your Greek

choice merciless words
me to you to me speak


the storm in my head wants what happened, unreal
the turning over, my hands, what got stolen, not to steal

i stole from you 
steal from me

away from us
now

the wall between rooms
made of pa·pier-mâ·ché some
how

I would pull all apart! all the glue and the pulp
and i know you would, too! i swear this is
true


i will send out my linens now
white flags on the line
if only to know you 
were part, my design


i will unshape the monsters, tie them with twine
with hair if i have to, to keep unrefined
all the hatred between us
the base, solid kind


above which we once drew our cottons, with care
before they got soaked in our red sea and glare


unmoored
in the midnight dead sky
freshly fallen
lost love


instead i am left to wonder what was
with this broken heart, because and because

surrounded by white flags
and my
why why
  why whys


the tears
the wood floor
now dries


soon to burn
in the hearth of my heart
down below

knowing exactly
what i never wanted
to know