The dead cat on the road
suggested the urgency of life
grave’d by tyres which fled the scene,
this is what they call ‘falling without ladders’
The edges are no longer parallel
multiply the somethings, tangled kite strings
flight will always be the distance
between you and me
There is a sea
this side of a ghost tsunami
where I lay shipwrecked between your thighs,
messages in bottles are emojis
upon late night masturbations
And dreams
to have and to hold
told and sold on eBay,
and dreams
as slow snow
wreathing Welsh cathedral bells,
and dreams…
If you enter my bedroom
make sure to leave shoes on the roof,
the cat is ready for burial and
only God’s ballerina could keep us grounded
hello dearest Rob I feel you the hurt is deep here we lose ourselves somewhere along the line ❤️
Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
I’m a bit mind-blown by this piece.
Some incredible choice of words. Vivid imagery throughout.
I love the third stanza. It’s taken me back to my past.
Most relationships don’t last and writing is a very useful way of releasing it.
A pleasure to read. x