watch the mixed signals
from the media
thinner thighs are expected at this stop
to be respected here
you must maintain muscle
stop this
please don’t allow
the station to set the rules
central trains mirror
the tracks
they want us to dance
like puppets
hold my strings
here’s what i remember
your hair falling
down by your eyes
glasses slip
returned to place
with the push of a finger
every word you’ve ever said
is written in green chalk
on my heart
back in wimbledon
where i last held yours
i’m haunted by
the whispers of a ghost
we heard one night
under a full moon
we went out to seek them
nothing was hidden
until
the curse
dropped by a passing ghost
i crept out
only to see
the new moon
empty except for
the tunnel
that links me to you
the line
that connects dots
through an intricate pattern
circle
swirl
outline each detail
on my candyfloss cheeks
pinch me
i must be dreaming
we’re dancing on tables
holding discarded flowers
between our fingertips
the piano fades
behind your playlist
but we carry on
one step at a time
i drift through
consciousness
awake
asleep
somewhere in between
until my eyes
slide open
the sun lights up
my thoughts
i roll over
and put the fire
out
when your shadow
isn’t dancing beside me,
your smile blurs
through bad connection,
our hands brush
the keyboard,
i cross my fingers
for you
is anyone listening
when i say i can’t see
what’s beside me
i don’t hear what you’re saying
and i’m scared
you won’t understand
you won’t pick up
or notice
the little circles
i dot my i’s with
you edit my punctuation
but i’m more than a capital
how i am tired
of this, i miss
the old normal
the typical life
where time
never expired, we go
where we want to go
these places do not tire
us, we see this time
as a challenge, we miss
every lost month, is life
ever going to be normal?
do you remember normal?
it would come and go,
but that’s life.
as the snowflakes melt
I paint pictures
across the path,
napkins moved by the wind
stuck in mixed colours,
a canvas of chaos
spreads its way
to your door
meloncurls 