Heavy Hearts

My heart weighs heavy, under these densely-packed fronds.
J.Calvert 2017 

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Mess Me Up

 

In a cave
of undecided thought
and suffocating walls
my pulse beats
in between the breaks
of dusk and dawn,
A hole of blackness
of finality,
With the stench of musk
and beads of sweat,
My teeth relay the taste of death,
A leech to the skin
Blood-sucking gin –
Savoured,
like earth and water
Alive,
zesty salt and bite,
I got my kicks from
a parasite,
left him dry,
Ripped stockings
rolled high,
Knee-high boots wedged in his thigh,
A silent movie played,
over and over in my head,
This could be heartbreak,
if my heart wasn’t deceased
Instead I lick my fingers clean,
Mess me up
and ask me to stay
thirsty
alone in this cave.

 

 

 

J.CALVERT 2016

 

 

 

 

 

Sticks and Stones

Elizabeth Rose sat on the edge
Her wooden heart
Sawing the grain –
Blood in the cut
Opening with a thread
The hem only bordered
by flimsy flesh
Elizabeth Rose dangled her legs
Over the rim
her red eyes weeping,
a dirge
for the dead
Sticks and stones left
Horse bones and ashes swept
Elizabeth Rose staggered to her feet
Shaking legs
Black smoke billowed
Around the fallen,
Her frame borne,
a walking memory
as she continues on.

 

J.CALVERT 2016

 

 

Skeleton Walking

Strip back the skin Slip into oblivion Open the cavity of my blackened heart Void Pulsating in throbbing hands Alive, but dead within the shell – The red ink spills Warm the liquid runs Through fingers and limbs and broken … Continue reading

Drip, Part 1

Wild honey,
Drip, down her candid heart,
Swelling,
Fainting; the sight of blood,
Paranoia, gapping like a fleshy wound,
A maiden of distrust,
In a dangerous peril of insanity,
Exposed to the heat of the sun,
Sanctuary within a dappled disparity,
Alice, disclosed,
Drip,
Her inner self,
Bleeding closed, on the outside,
Loathed,

Her battle just begun.

Two Dead Snakes

The squalling wind
presses against my cheek
like winters cold lips
in tiny buds tears spring
like velvet drops warmed by kiss,
caress my skin
Withstood the cast of weathered tides
An anchor to bind our feet
Drowning in a watery grave
Engraved your name across my mind
Decorated –
Enthralled in stars
Etched beyond the times
Two hundred and three years between the seasons past
Our soul reincarnates
Like two dead snakes
Sprawled on the lawn
Covered in skin of a leathery kind
Twisted and coiled
Worn
Old and forlorn
Shedding our skin
Exposed by our exterior
Our hearts told,
to begin again
our legend unfolds.

J.CALVERT 2016

 

Rocking Horse

The devil flipped a coin
His left hand weighed down –
The penny dropped
in echoing sound
Seduced by the edge of the town
the house of ill-repute
and bourbon bars found.

Secrets riffle against the wind
Blowing smoke
to ashes
His black trench
filthy in the slum
shrouded in blood
bones crack under his boots –
the crashing sound
made worse by the still.

Hallucination
a nightmare for some
A god broken by the shantytown
Lain with the devil
In a tangled bed
knotted
Sheets suffocate –
the fibres bare
Flesh red raw
A hot swelling bed.

The devil flipped a coin
The penny dropped
Right in front of his nose
He breathed the toxic air
Deep within his lungs
bitter-sweet.

The rocking horse in the house
Swayed his mind
The ceiling caving
Spilt and mouldy
The heart once had
Leaking on the mantle
Crimson wrung
Before he knew
The devil stole his deepest thoughts
Empty is his cup,
Heavy is his pocket.
Inside his crooked mind.                                                                                                                                                                                          In smeared grotesque

Where some venture – irreproachable

J.CALVERT 2016

Riot and Revolt

The wind blows against my fragility, Ebbs and retreats, In the wake my skeleton bony rib cage and spine stark, Tempest racing the night In riot and revolt my body upholds, All I am on show. J.CALVERT 2016

Dead Weather and Frills

Sweet lips kiss the edges of her frayed mouth Like silk scraping against sandpaper Itching the flesh of skin Jagged fringes shred Worn and cold Chiselled like her hollow cheekbones Dilapidated, the bottle cleanses By the window seat, the flowers … Continue reading