Crossed Out

I have happily died on the cross of this love

crossed myself out

old self fading fast

and happily have transformed

but my ghost lingered last

like a cracked crinkled edgeworn

picture from the past

Trinity

Salt water was the medicine I chose

to heal this half broken heart

with shells

and other barnacled places I've been

and felt my way through the dips in swells

I swam through salty ocean tears

and swept away the sands of time

but somehow, doesn't it always stick to the skin?

ever after triton was done with me

this holey trinity

ebbed sanguine into saline

and I sat on the tip of the shore alone

and was expected each day 

to make this new for you

like a moon

Tide

As the tide turns away now

It takes with it all

that has settled in my soul

Rose

If I could

Scoop out the bad

And fill it with rainbow shebert

I would

And if I could empty this bag

and pack it with flowers

I would

And if I would actually see you 

standing in the shadow so cool in your shades

I could stand a chance

but you have disappeared- a pink peony against a poppy sunset

in my rose coloured glance

so instead i leave a single spec of glitter on you

 to remind you of this light

born of my constant charge

to make your world more bright

despite

Church

In times of trouble

I go to my church

I go to my grave

To gain perspective

This sepulcher of salt from which all life was made

And she listens without judgement

and she always tells me

be still

as she crashes around me 

relentless

So i grabbed the bones of my hips

i flex feet relaxed 

and stand

and hold up the sky

until it feels just like air again

and she crashes against me

relentless

And I am forced to learn what I am made of

Again and again 

like a sermon

I listen to her silence

and in the salt I am reborn

carve nothing on this grave

Just Because

In a fringed house of fun

A psychic queen

streamed incense strange

and told us

that just because you love someone

does not mean they have to change

We sat on this for a long while

in silence

walking round the fair

brushing the other noise from our hair

and absorbing it all

slow as glitter falling in plasma

heavy as a crystal ball