No new school of
Philosophy
No undiscovered branch of
Science
No star on the wall at Langley
No street named after me
But
Still
Writing to make sense of the
World
Sacrifices made now
To the tomorrow
and being a man
Worth fucking
Worth fighting
A friend of quiet certainty
A father who loves and teaches
These things
I am
Or perceived myself to be
Despite, sometimes
The evidence
All the lights
Oceans of people
And I don’t see anyone
But
You
As the year draws to an end
Building empires
From the ruins
Stronger and quieter
Than before
Armoured in self knowledge
quiet companion
Without needing
Because last year alone
And I survived that
Drank
A deep draught of rejection
Knowing I would
Transform the poison
Into light
And even if
No one sees
I know
But kiss me
Cold cheeks against my beard
We tell our stories in sips
Whispers
But I hear you
No matter how far away
You
Are
Your personality.
A feline elegance
Approached calmly.
I’ve learned to tolerate some pain
To relax.
Learned to stay still.
Observe what you like
and what you don’t
Through knowing myself
And this is when, in person,
I’d smile to leaven the arrogance
But I’m a colossus
Fathered and persevered
Created and destroyed
Sat with you
Not beneath
Alongside but at attention
The way a mountain does
Does not pay attention
You’re lucky
To earn the rumble of my attention
And you open like a flower
At the heat of my touch
So come
Pad across the room
Sit in the lap
Of the gods
Singular not plural
I’ll stroke your fur
Until you sing at healing frequencies
Come close
Feel small again
With wonder
Certain
Still and amused as I sit there
Flush with the burden of purpose
Worn with a grace which
Verges on the irrational self-confident
But the glint in my eyes
Stays even as we talk about the world
And its discontents
Always wanting to take you
Fill you with every last drop of me
Hold you down and fuck the light
Back into you
Because for all my poetry
Those fingers wound in the hair
On the back of your head
They speak plain and firm
And if my kisses
Make you shudder like
You’re possessed
Then I am the possessing spirit
And its exorcism
All this,
Mine
As you are
As am I
I’m looking to self publish an anthology of my short fiction and am interested in your opinions as to what your favourite stories of mine are.
Here are some of the popular ones according to the insights page.
A disgraced pro footballer is haunted by his past crimes.
A couple resolve their tensions through play.
Extracts From A Taxonomy of Clowns
Some abandoned, partially charred papers found at the scene of an arson attack.
Corporate espionage takes a personal and deadly turn.
Please let me know if you have any favourites and share them in the comments below.
Matt
