Our appointmentsMade in transitionFrom one place toAnotherSit with the fearShe’s losing interestAnd your novelty is somehowWearyingIt passesAnother arrivesGuilt and the soft prayersTo find the balance between cosmic justice and acknowledgementIf you could apologiseYou wouldYou didBut people seldom hearWhen they’re settingYour life ablaze,It passesAnother butLess as time goes onYou wish you couldUncoil before herAs you always haveIn glimpsesSo matters settledEyes dampA shuddering breathThen anotherIt too,Passes and you areYourself again.My book Until She Sings is out now.Ebook:Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4EPaperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKRMy Mailing List for announcements and news with a free short story as a thank you.https://tinyletter.com/mbblissett
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Remains from Ash Tales
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My book Until She Sings is out now.
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Caretaker
An amusement park
Yet
It’s always closed
For renovation
To him
Who else has had the pleasure
Of experiencing every single
Diversion here?
Lips frosted with pink sugar
Taste but here, how he sweeps the floor,
Tighten the bolts on the tracks,
Pour soothing sawdust on sour puddles,
And yes there is depth of value
But he sees the symphony of lights
Hear the calliope, calygpian
Music and looks at the ticket stub,
Illegible from where he’s touched it
So often
Understand there are off seasons
But where is his fried gold summer?
Knowing his place and musing
Why he’s not allowed
The run of you all
When he plays so well
So well
So
Well
My book Until She Sings is out now.
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Kisses As prayers
Damp from the rain outside
And dirt under my nails
Hands shaking with fatigue
And there you are
Bare to me
Excuse the rough way I look at you
I’m elegant hunger
Except sometimes the sight of you
Overpowers me
Take you and pin down
This writhing hunger within
Because I’m supposed to be a furtive
Appendage but I’m a satyr,
A lustful pilgrim finding
Salvation between your quivering
Thighs and my kisses there
Are prayers
And I pray with such focus
That we will both see God.
My book Until She Sings is out now.
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Open Letters To Old Friends
Scrape away the how are yous
I miss you
Because there are a million shitty takes
And awesome things
Which I still want to turn around and share with you,
And sometimes taunting that hunger
Sours the blood
Without being destroyed by it
Because I don’t want to embarrass you,
With my boyish earnestness,
Or my belief that although there are points of resolute crappiness
And genial idiocy,
I’m still close to wonderful,
Amused and appalled,
By this world
But hold this close,
Some part of me serves you
Us
And in time,
Of time
By time
I can still be stunned by your smile,
We were, and are surrounded by
Secrets
But never to one another,
Never.
My book Until She Sings is out now.
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Small cup of quiet
Somewhere a bird sings
And I’ve found a small cup of quiet
Going to drink it
Slow wake up call to my soul
Pages written and now it’s not
Affectation knowing it will walk a
Path into the world
Lover asleep
Walk the dog
Things to do
Used to resent it
But I’m working on
Contemplating how
There’s pleasure in the smallest things
The thought, a biscuit,
Goes well with the quiet
Enjoy them both
Before the day begins,
If you don’t know, my book Until She Sings is out now in paperback and ebook.
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Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E
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