don't disappoint

im as helpless
and hopeless
as the feather
on the river
that runs through
my childhood
that can't
make it to
the other side

Platform Three

screaming announcements
of another cancelled train
and I stand in the harsh sun
feeling my thoughts begin to boil
two teenage boys
with pungent body odour eating McDonalds
bounce around an old man who is all arms legs and wrinkly fingers crossed
he watches a cranky baby
with a messy sticky face
wriggling in her pusher

and I close my eyes

feeling my salty tears
flood my being
drowning me in the muck and stench
of this endless summers heat

MY GIFT

My heart is open

And all I was, is shown

The ripple of doubt

Flows in and out of my shore

Dampening the sands of self

The dreams seep into my mind

As the sun and moon cross paths

The notes of my tune 

Empty from my mouth

Like a hollow strumming noise

My offering 

Is given up