You misunderstood me again
tangled up in your
misinterpretations
you heard something I never said
Im a social chameleon
inching along the branch of your insecurities
switching colours and personalities
Hoping to dart out my
endless marshmallow muscle molasses tongue
and catch a
fly
of news I can use
a bit of you
that I can add to my pallet
and display as Im edging along
another branch
Im a social chameleon
waiting to regurgitate
what Ive ingested at just the right
moment
with just the right quota of impact
like an inebriated gatecrasher
vomiting onto a
prominent part hosts
While walking home from work one day
in the rain
I encountered a lump of mutilated flesh
on the side of the road
although I should have looked away
I marvelled at the glossy sheen of the membrane
surrounding it and watched the
last drops of living blood ooze
syrupy out of its crushed ventricles.
The blackened sting of the bits of gravel
around into its spongy
processed strawberry yoghurt pink
blood-drained
muscle
made me wince with an all too recent tenderness
and as I lifted my boot to nudge it out of my way
I saw something just a little too familiar
in the edges of its shape
so I looked down at the craterous wound in my
Rehab is for quitters
Please, please
dont give me a spade
because I will dig a hole with it
and dont give me a mountain
of affection
because I will only bury myself in it
dont be kind to me
because I am unable to appreciate it
dont accept me the way I am
because I will point out
all my faults ad nauseam
to try and convince you
that I am unworthy
dont be generous or sweet or gentle
because I have been damaged so badly
that my withered spirit
only understands pain
dont climb over the barbed wire fence
of my bitterness
because I can build a new one
faster than you can tear it down
A
Grate, grate, grate
My heart slides over the finger-top, dimpled metal plates
Shavings of flesh squeeze, bloody
Through the sharp curves
I gave you a small, stilly shiny-smooth corner of my soul
Not criss-cross kelloid with the past
To caretake
And you force it
Grate, grate, grate
Through the serrated surfaces
With your pointed words
And leave me oozing
Damaged
Grate, grate, grate
Another scar, another surface
Open to salt
Open to burn
Open over you
Grate, grate, grate
Today its all black and white
the shades of grey come with experience
You dont believe me
because you are 18 and
safe in the knowledge
that you have mastered everything that you will ever need to know
you look at me, with what youre convinced
is wisdom
because I am confused and sad
and I cant quite decide
You say I need to grow up
and you are shocked that
you can offer me your
platitudes and advice
and smug
smug that when you are 24
you will never feel desperately alone
that the solutions will be clear
that you will
never
have to listen to the musings
of a semi-adolescent
in order to gain pers
Today its all black and white
the shades of grey come with experience
You dont believe me
because you are 18 and
safe in the knowledge
that you have mastered everything that you will ever need to know
you look at me, with what youre convinced
is wisdom
because I am confused and sad
and I cant quite decide
You say I need to grow up
and you are shocked that
you can offer me your
platitudes and advice
and smug
smug that when you are 24
you will never feel desperately alone
that the solutions will be clear
that you will
never
have to listen to the musings
of a semi-adolescent
in order to gain pers
Grate, grate, grate
My heart slides over the finger-top, dimpled metal plates
Shavings of flesh squeeze, bloody
Through the sharp curves
I gave you a small, stilly shiny-smooth corner of my soul
Not criss-cross kelloid with the past
To caretake
And you force it
Grate, grate, grate
Through the serrated surfaces
With your pointed words
And leave me oozing
Damaged
Grate, grate, grate
Another scar, another surface
Open to salt
Open to burn
Open over you
Grate, grate, grate
Rehab is for quitters
Please, please
dont give me a spade
because I will dig a hole with it
and dont give me a mountain
of affection
because I will only bury myself in it
dont be kind to me
because I am unable to appreciate it
dont accept me the way I am
because I will point out
all my faults ad nauseam
to try and convince you
that I am unworthy
dont be generous or sweet or gentle
because I have been damaged so badly
that my withered spirit
only understands pain
dont climb over the barbed wire fence
of my bitterness
because I can build a new one
faster than you can tear it down
A
While walking home from work one day
in the rain
I encountered a lump of mutilated flesh
on the side of the road
although I should have looked away
I marvelled at the glossy sheen of the membrane
surrounding it and watched the
last drops of living blood ooze
syrupy out of its crushed ventricles.
The blackened sting of the bits of gravel
around into its spongy
processed strawberry yoghurt pink
blood-drained
muscle
made me wince with an all too recent tenderness
and as I lifted my boot to nudge it out of my way
I saw something just a little too familiar
in the edges of its shape
so I looked down at the craterous wound in my