Marine Snow

Not published when it was written. A good representation of whatever back then.

A Nobody (Else)

I like to remember
What I thought you were
Though I prefer what
I see you are now.
I like to remember
Being a see-through panel
And thinking I was so different
From everybody else.
I was a nobody else.
I like to remember
Dreaming in vain
I like to remember
That agonising pain
I did not know was good
I do not like to put on a show.
I Read on

I Found You and I Found You Again

The world is crumbling on the inside. The new decade came with a boy sleeping under the living room table. Two days later, it was hospital corridors. Grandma’s sweet voice now saying nonsense and mixing up all works. “I work right together with you. I work right together with you. I work right together with Read on

Cycling on a Friday Afternoon

A martyr-satyr
You always needed one
A blank canvas
Ends up drawn to you
Love is not about not being lonely
Love is not about that one and only
A brown giant never makes a star
A flower-shower
So easy to have one
Language of love
Consumes all of you
Love is not about making it stay
Love is not about the toys to play
A meteorite never Read on

Apart, Away, A Part, A Way (Noon)

How can you love those who are not here? You ask.
I tell you about my years that you missed and your disapproval is odd to me.
The only way I have ever know is apart.
A part falls apart
And finds its way to the heart.
Remember when you set out on your own
And no matter the hell and Read on

Perigee

I want to break the Sun
I want to fix the sky
I want you to see what I see.
I really love no one.
I used to dream of you
I want you to see what I see.
I want to love no one
I don’t dream of you
I don’t want to see.
I want to crash a wave
The sea is the Read on

Dead Man’s Curve (Sunset)

Been one year, as of yesterday
How I wish you were here, I say,
I don’t hear myself with cars passing
Maybe you did not hear it either.
I admit I had forgotten about it
Because finally being with her again
Matters more than not being with you.
Guess whom she shares her birthday with?
Whatever.
This is my last night with her.
She fits Read on

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