Gravedigger
What a terrible death,
to be drowning
in too much love
Look up, human,
speak the words,
for even gods need
a prayer to stop
the rain falling
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Orbital
Nobody told her
she was a satellite,
reflected light
from a rock-star.
So far away
his light still burns
her face
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A Pocketful of Rusty Stars
It was a hell of a night.
I woke up with a pocketful
of rusty stars,
wearing a denim jacket.
A guy called Jacob
asked me to call him
an Uber with a Sat Nav
back to previous night.
I sighed, breathing out
fire-engine rose petals,
caught in bay hair
as he lay cat stretched
on a February sunbeam.
I asked about my envelope,
an origami bird unfolded
as if the stars were mine.
He nodded slowly “We all need
a patina to know ourselves.”
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Valentine’s Day
Fuck
Valentines…
The only
heart
I want
is my own,
returned
in the same
envelope
I posted,
long ago
before
I knew me.
Rusty Truck