Then you would know

And so then…

And so then…..

She would wait and wait

She would wait and watch

Her limbs curled up

Her rounded tummy pinching sensing the ending

The silence she could not bare

The loneliness started to gnaw away at her

She listened and could hear her own heart

She was jealous of everyone that would see him

Everyone that could talk to him

Everyone that could touch his skin.

What is it my love

Why can’t you see me?

Everyone else can

Why can’t you look just once

And then you would know that it’s me.


words that I utter

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath



Her body

Her body turned to dust

no longer of any use

Her mind was starting to go a little mad

The silence would drown her

Her hands were fidgety

She needed to use them


She would start to melt


This world had nothing to offer her

She would always long for more

Charles Bukowski

I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
Charles Bukowski


The obsessions


The obsession comes

transfixed to one eye

the faces in the crowds

the burlesque queen

the night time delight

who is it that you are

reveal your truth to me

I see shadows of you beneath the ground

the devil

are you the devil waiting for me to slip up just once

your mouth at times looks like a volcanic hole

ready to take my soul beneath


Dear Em

Dear Em,

Thank you for your letter. I can confirm that following various research and readings of my own that you are in fact imperfect and I can also confirm that by definition you are also deformed, according to medical research of course. One does read widely on these matters of the body and also on ones final destination given such absurd deformity. I must therefore pass on my condolences and hope you have a fruitful life. One does imagine that it will not be fruitful by any matter or means but one has to live with what one has been given. There is one last point that I would like to make to you my dear friend and that is to say perhaps that God did Infact give you that body because of your wild ways in your younger years. You did use your body in a very sexual way as I remember so therefore one must live with that. Like the story of the beast. You are infact him however no kiss will be the healing nature of your soul, this I’m afraid is a forever curse. With that I leave you with a hymn one that usually gives me some comfort ‘ All things bright and beautiful’ I will continue to sing these words to you you poor soul, forever in my thoughts although we can no longer be friends to which I’m sure you will understand.

Yours sincerely