A Random Poem

No real reasoning as to why I wrote this, or why I'm putting this up here. But I did, and liked it, so I am.

The Alter

I'm sure now you'll disclose

as I seal and enclose

and prepare to surrender my heart.

If I have solved the riddle

which you fed me the middle

wish I could have begun from the start.

'Tis the jigsaw I fear

I will not lie my dear

I never was good at these things.

When it came to propose

I had heard I suppose

It had something to do with the rings?

You first caught me with eyes

of suspicion and lies

like a fish with a hook in my snout.

You undressed on my bed

'I surrender' you said

but I'll admit I was still filled with doubt.

And then you slowly drew

out of honey and dew

a silken laced, patterning web.

Where you wrapped me in tight

stole my heart from the light

and my soul I felt starting to ebb.

Numb in your embrace

you said 'fear not the space

that is now the dark hole in your chest.

For now you have me'

(in a voice so breathy)

'and I'll fill it with how I know best'.

And so now here I stand

subject to your command

and you smile your arsenic smile.

From behind your white veil

in a pure shade so pale

You'd admit that it reeks of denial

I look at your nails

with the smallest details

painted light as a dead baby's breath.

And the sweat it drips down

my back and I frown

As I realise I'm marrying death.

More Train Adventures

I'm on the train heading to uni.

Three lebanese guys and a girl get on at the other end of my carriage. They start talking really loudly and obnoxiously. We stop at Glenfield and one of them points out the window and goes.

'Oi. Dats Tessa'

'Oh f*ck man, you're right'

'She's such a slut man'

They start playing gangsta rap on their phones, because apparently they think that is what the rest of the carriage wants to hear too. I am just about to call out to them to turn their terrible music down when they turn it off themselves. Thank god. I realise how close I just came to being bashed.

Two more men enter the carriage. They look kinda like italian mobster bodyguards. They sit in the seats in front of me. They are wearing expensive gold sunglasses, a rolex, and thick gold bracelets. The Mafia. Definitely the Mafia.

I think. 'Well. At least they'll protect me if the lebs start playing their music again and I can't contain myself'

Then one of mobsters says to the other

'Hey. Do they still sell that sparkly toothpaste back home? Y'know. The one with the tube in the shape of a star? It like, glitters on your teeth and shit...”

I realise that I am in the crackhouse carriage. Again.