motherh (Remove filter)
Letting you go.
When the sun shines, and the moon glistens, I talk to you. I hear the planes up ahead and wonder if it's you. I stay up all night, just because maybe one day you'll call text, email or just appear. But the day's end, summer comes and they grow longer. I wait more and I plead God to grant me this wish. Please, please, grant me my Mother. But day after day, family sways, nobody calls and i think its...
Friday 10th February 2017 7:56 pm
...but not so little boys...from my new collection MUMB
Shielded in a force field cacophony of Peter Griffin’s laughter and a baseline dirge
with LED’s set on level Epileptica
the giant slumbers; he does not open an eye.
Hidden amidst his landscape of tissues, Lynx and Lucozade;
this is where childhood comes to die.
There once was a hand held tightly to the shops,
there was once a cartoon hero and kite making,
then he was...
Thursday 25th August 2016 3:07 pm
Recent Comments
Marla Joy on Favorite Poet
22 minutes ago
Robert Mann on The Emptiness of Self-Love
31 minutes ago
Steve White on Look! Here's Me as an Action Figure!
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Look! Here's Me as an Action Figure!
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on The Bitter Cup
4 hours ago
R A Porter on Goodbye, America
5 hours ago
Hélène on Instructions For Bedtime
5 hours ago
Hélène on The Bitter Cup
5 hours ago
Holden Moncrieff on Trees.
5 hours ago
Hélène on Favorite Poet
5 hours ago