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God shaped holes

Was it removed like an inflamed

Appendix?

Do you finger the scar and realise you’ve been misled

Into the slate desert where the candles

Never stay alight

And you’ve tried to jam in different

Things

Sex, drugs, art, politics,

But in the end

You look at those who kept theirs

Or had one transplanted from a willing donor

And wonder how you’ll ever get through the book you started

My book Until She Sings is out now https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E

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Lights In The Sky

Before they launch,

We would

Find one another

In the dark

Suspended in amber

Amidst a throng of witnesses

As they whispered

Hopes

Fears

There are lights in the sky

But in the end

If it were too dark to read

I would just want to look

At you

For the

First

Last

Time

The look in my eyes

Time enough

A kiss

To say one another’s names

Then they are

Here

My book Until She Sings is out now

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White Ribbons

It’s almost tension

After a fashion,

But, it makes me crumble a little

Just to walk into the room

And see you,

Testing me and

how strong you make me

Wishing this moment would

Last forever

And tomorrow, we will return

To ourselves

But tonight

My hands

My mouth are glacial warm whispers

And here, where I spill white ribbons,

Fighting back tears sometimes,

You inspire a

Divine animal idiocy

The way I look at you,

If it almost seems violent

No, it is worship,

Bare skin conversations

With your eyes and your sighs

Rising like smoke in the air,

It breaks me long before

It would ever break you.

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Hideous Talks

They happen,

Tentative in so much as they’re heralded

By pockets of cautious silence

Not the same as confessions to lovers,

More a sense of testing the brotherhood

You’ve grown to appreciate

There are things us men,

Won’t tell you,

No matter how often you ask,

Because you cannot know

Nor take the Burden from us,

And we are, for the most part,

Adapted to it,

But I’m open to sharing

The idea of how we all sit with

Monsters in the dungeons of

Ourselves and they weren’t always

So

Beasts

If anything

But now, some women are openly sexual but take umbrage when sexualized

And sometimes taunting that hunger

Sours the blood

Without a way towards letting

So here we are

Having these hideous talks

About how to breathe with the desire

Without being destroyed by it

Because we talk about how you can do that now,

And you’ll never actually hurt the one who made you feel that way,

But someone else will do, for some of you,

And some of us, too.

We have these hideous talks

About love But not la la di da

More like avalanches

Animal attack videos online

Kind of love.

And how the fuck we survive it all

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Hideous Talks

They happen,

Tentative in so much as they’re heralded

By pockets of cautious silence

Not the same as confessions to lovers,

More a sense of testing the brotherhood

You’ve grown to appreciate

There are things us men,

Won’t tell you,

No matter how often you ask,

Because you cannot know

Nor take the Burden from us,

And we are, for the most part,

Adapted to it,

But I’m open to sharing

The idea of how we all sit with

Monsters in the dungeons of

Ourselves and they weren’t always

So

Beasts

If anything

But now, some women are openly sexual but take umbrage when sexualized

And sometimes taunting that hunger

Sours the blood

Without a way towards letting

So here we are

Having these hideous talks

About how to breathe with the desire

Without being destroyed by it

Because we talk about how you can do that now,

And you’ll never actually hurt the one who made you feel that way,

But someone else will do, for some of you,

And some of us, too.

We have these hideous talks

About love But not la la di da

More like avalanches

Animal attack videos online

Kind of love.

And how the fuck we survive it all

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Autumnal colours

The chill bites

Bristling with fur

Grit in my eyes

Sometimes the damp shine

Of tears

Ghosts of old wounds

Healed and acute

This is the path

The mourning sun

Kisses me and the wind whispers

Through woods where monsters walk

And I, in my time, have been one,

Faithless and fated,

The dog draws maps with his nose,

And yet there is a peace found

To replace the pieces missing,

Time enough to do it all,

Time enough in nothing,

So much energy spent in avoiding the

Burden of performance

And better spent bearing it now,

Let me tell you,

How I shudder with pleasure

For the endless possibilities

And the fight to come

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Autumnal colours

The chill bites

Bristling with fur

Grit in my eyes

Sometimes the damp shine

Of tears

Ghosts of old wounds

Healed and acute

This is the path

The mourning sun

Kisses me and the wind whispers

Through woods where monsters walk

And I, in my time, have been one,

Faithless and fated,

The dog draws maps with his nose,

And yet there is a peace found

To replace the pieces missing,

Time enough to do it all,

Time enough in nothing,

So much energy spent in avoiding the

Burden of performance

And better spent bearing it now,

Let me tell you,

How I shudder with pleasure

For the endless possibilities

And the fight to come

 

 

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

My Mailing List for announcements and news with a free short story as a thank you.

https://tinyletter.com/mbblissett

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