the significance of grit

should you choose to take one step back,

you will hear the deafening silences,

of this rift valley of your aloneness

feel the crumpling of your spine

beneath the weight of realisation

that you belong nowhere.

should you vanish with the warm

air current that lifted you from your life

and turned you into grit

that sometimes gets into his eye

no one would be the wiser.

no one would know that the plug

that supports your life support

actually is connected to no line,

that life would continue to be movie premieres,

shoots, photographs, writing assignments,

or parent teacher meetings and kitty parties.

they would wonder where you kept

the phone charger and curse you

for having kept important papers somewhere safe,

and bills would be piled up and needed to be paid,

the curtains would be unwashed,

and why would they care?

you absence would be just another thing

someone might mention by the way,

and would not even need words,

a shrug of the shoulder at the most,

otherwise it would simply be another stupid thing

someone said and would mostly ignored,

because something new had come along

and distracted everyone on the net.

running away

crowded bars scare me
suffocate me, strangle me
but fail to extricate you
from inside my head.
i want you out and i want you
to stay drowned deep inside
of my head, in bourbon
and honeyed amber rum
the music’s too loud
and the people louder
why are they so happy
why am i so not
am doing what they’re doing
hugging strangers, laughing
too loudly and too long
leaning into an unknown cleavage
for solace that does not come
i too drown in liquids that stifle
the memory of you.