Something for nothing
An equal exchange of thoughts and ideas for those out of mind
and out of time to buy a christmas present
Wrapped in newspaper
Headlines reading that 76 die in a blizzard
A nor’easter
I cave in
Letting myself go with the wind
Take me with you, you said
Let me fly up there in the sky where tears dry on the cheeks
Of children who let go of their balloon
Im tangled in the powerlines
Mangled branches and braces
Chewing gristle
Thistle tea and scones with clotted cream.
I sorely miss those days
Crazed attempts at being someone
Who could run up and down the aisles of a supermarket
Scream at the top of my lungs
Eating worms
But surely there’s a better way
I’m sick
That’s it
Kill your darlings
Kill them all
Smother them in their sleep
And steal their belongings
I was going to jump into the ocean
I wanted to drown
Fill my ears, nose, mouth, and mind
But I didn’t
And that’s all I can say
I think there are 2 types of people in this world
Nighttime strolls with nameless men
Craning their necks to see over the sea
Seething with potent rage and fervour
Waiting to explode on my face
Cradling it between their thighs and asking me how i’m getting home
In a hot air balloon.
Freedom can come in many shapes and sizes
Sometimes she smells like tar and compost
Sometimes they take me to the top of mountains and draw me in pastel
Sometimes it punches me in the face on the dancefloor
Sometimes you take baths with me
Sometimes you are printed on a receipt
In the pages of unwritten manuscripts
In timeless afternoons
In soft grass
Sometimes his voice gives me goosebumps
Sometimes it sings and I cry
Sometimes you have your way
And sometimes I have mine.