a pack mule called regret
Its a poem about looking back at the path a relationship has taken from start to finish. All those things you could of do differently; hindsight is a terrible thing, it turns you into a fully laden pack mule.
(2014)
I’m nothing but your smile the waters reflection of your stra… the rasp of derision the quiet creaking mast of echoes, I’m nothing but the milked blood
your love was a driving force it was a blind thing that kept my… kept my stride perfect and wide co… and my heart awash with stringent… but lately as the pace endures
you cling to me as I cling to you you’re a shadow, a forgotten love, a precipice I lean to look over a view to bite and to ensue, you lay stretched out upon the gro…
I thought that it was all a dream a terrible nightmare that meant no… God doesn’t exist, I’m smarter th… now... I’m not as sure as I was, I’ve opened my eyes of late
she breathes a rare and costly fir… just as water it finds its own lev… I expand my lungs to full capacity… and hope her gasps and grunts don’… without a trap door to her conscie…
borne on the mist, the steam that… from the bowels of the earth, a rotting effigy of a godless hear… surely once held a fastidious beli… this foundling permeates a landsca…
I live my life in darkness I’m the shadows murky trail The ebony plumes of a minstrels so… That tells a sadness of bygone day… I’m the obsidian stain of the nigh…
this family unit this kith and kin I was born into though not allowed in has come to be
one step in front of the other one smile and keep the flow, never let them see you’re struggli… being owned by the under tow, if you ask for help make sure you…
ankles and wrists bound to each corresponding post of the… a nervous look on my face as you appear through the door, with adult toys and whips
It seems as if its awoken Like a steadfast bulwark on wheels Plummeting down towards me Pious platutudes and cliches amass Sheer weight that grows dimmer as…
I’m not that sure how or when it h… turning from life to death like the lull of slow ambient bird… creeping up your spine and neck the shutters came down before me
a burning summer the grass higher than it should be… an ocean in an inflatable ring kids splashing around as the dogs… music gently crawling
We circumvent and pray for recompe… In the thick of where the lines bl… We eke out a rich mans fortune for… In the thick of where the lines bl… We are the joke and line of punch,…
black and white photographs snapshots of a rare and happy time… a holiday in Wales where the beaches are pebbled, a week away in a caravan