April - 2018

The Sun Back


All over it

So

Over it all

So over saying

OK

But being knocked out


Can’t lose

Can’t talk
Lucked out with the genes  

Got the skin, with height, intellect and balls

He’ll be right–

But something feels missed out


So much opportunity 

Given

With no room left to feel down

No floor to fall on

Or stairs to trip up

Or well to sink in


I really need to tell people 

I am
Pushed up against a wall

Stuck like a stick


Reactions are gatekeepers

I know I know I know I know what they’ll say:

‘O Diddums’


I should call my brother

To hear him

Being listened to
And

To tell him I love him


To tell him

Lately, I’ve had my shoes on the wrong way

So when I run

I run backwards


And that I lack courage

And feel frightened 

And feel vulnerable

And that I think it is okay

If he does too


To tell him 

That


The other day, on Tuesday 

I tried to stop being slack

So I made a timetable

To get my spring back

But I slipped

And the track skipped

And the needle dropped

On a sad song that

Put a stop sign

At my running track

Turned my dog black

My thoughts dark

Closed the curtains,

And now all I want
Is the warmth of 

The sun back

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