Questioning Fate

Are you prepared for this undertaking?

You've shown no sign that you are prepared for this gelatine product, Which is a good thing because you clearly couldn't handle a body of such voluptuousness

What’s for dinner?

It bubbles away

Like a pot in the background

Simmering over flame

It’s almost audible.

Tucked away for safe keeping

In the kitchen

Boiling.

The flavours getting stronger

And stronger

Intensifying.

I can feel the heat

Rising

Roaring

It burst out of the pot

Demanding my attention.

I turn

And there’s only the pot,

Quietly bubbling away.

Always bring a knife to a gun fight, or any fight, life is a constant fight, bring it to that too

Pack for every Eventuality Fill your pockets with Golden survival Stuff knives in your socks  Fire in your hands And jerky in your briefs And pray Pray they come Or this'll all be for Naught And if they do Turn out  Offer them an Open hand But don't forget to Arm the other

I stand and lean

Against

Ancient granite.

Ancient by the standards of my short life.

Another waits a stride away

Seems this is the place.

Who knows how many have done this

Who knows how many will after I'm gone.

She takes a step closer

And fixes her eyes my way

I look up and smile

She's looking past me

Which I'm glad of

This is a time of leaning

Not of interaction.

She takes a step closer

Still looking past me

We wait together

Though entirely separately.

I reflect as I write

And watch the people pass by In this cool, clammy heat.

There's no message here

Just narration.

Tread carefully

I'm so used to walking in the gutter that placing my feet on level ground has become Somewhat of a privilege. Ironically though, I find that my feet fumble and move around, unable to find even footing On the flat surface I now find myself on. I aim for the cracks Just to find Some resistance. Maybe I should Just stay in my place, And not seek things above my station To forever crawl in the dirt Realise And accept The struggle The comfort In the uneven surface of my life

Ambiguity is the core of good literature

It keeps you guessing. I know what it's about, you think you do. But different things mean different things to different people, differently... I get off on that a bit. You draw me in Oh, the way you do Taking my very essence From between your lips Dry or wet  It's all the same Taking me down  Into you Stealing my soul Then breathing me out  Into the world I knew before Tainted now Discoloured Part of me left in there Remaining Attached to your insides Like a memory of what  Could Have Been But will no longer come to pass Go ahead, take another That's all I am to you I'm used and I love it It's all I am

Wait, what?

Little fingers never waited So long To be waited Upon Had to weigh out some Gold, or was it silver That had a lighter weight I can't wait for the answer Now that they're waited They can move faster But that's only after They've waited to have The weight lifted To become weight-less

Still sailing

The reef cracked my hull Yet I sail on My hold has begun to fill Yet I sail on The cabin is splintered, destroyed Yet I sail still Strakes fractured Sails are tattered Yet on I go And as I watch the last slow match fall I pray none of the powder is dry

On my way home...

Have you ever Felt so... Ethereal? A part of yourself And a part of nothing In touch but unable to, All that is you And all that is everything Is not anymore. Have you ever Watched yourself From the inside, An out of body experience Yet trapped in your own. Disconnected control Of your own self, You are you. But barely able to feel And yet remaining fully aware Just, Dulled Numb To all that is. Danger lies in that stillness Like quicksand It becomes hard not to sink To fall into And embrace That sweet nothing Because there is no fear Just a vague sense of acceptance Without question or answer

Breath

She's only happy in the sun Or in bed My bed We inhale Hold Exhale Push our souls out Through our mouths Share the light And the darkness Share the space Between our touch Feel All there is Care and care not Drifting with purpose.