What wonder Mother’s handbag
that Tardis-like hold
From band-aids to magnifiers
a torch for the night;
a tool set is no surprise
Scented hankies and hand soap
a five metre tape;
the least of all its supplies
Barley sugar and apples
a needle and thread
All contingencies planned
to soothe pending dread
One can’t be too ready
you see
For the keeper, trusty stash
of Earl Grey tea
anxiety
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Fortified Against
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Regulator Cracked
faster we spin
and faster
shit
look at us
grief swamps
his
lungs, drowning
gentle words
before they land
… one
worry spins
your
gut, flinging
help aside till
care flakes brittle
… two
rage boils
our
muscles, curdling
nascent smiles
while seeding hate
… three
wild glee bloats
their
hearts, spiralling
blinding peaks
torn apart from ‘we’
… four
faster we spin,
stretched –
fraying, torn
fragmented
breathing…
in
out
eyes open
we
in out
eyes open
and they
in out
eyes open
as one
our world
exhales
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Step On a Crack
ribbity rabbity
one two three
thoughts jitter in my head
on a flea ferris wheel
ribbity rabbity
four cracks
– what?
the thoughts in my head
just won’t SHUT UP
is everything right today?
what if it’s not?
five six seven cracks
next pace…
STOP!
(ribbity rabbity)
… going again
thoughts in my mind
cycle tail on end
eight nine ten cracks
count till they’re done
you know what happens
if you miss just one
the worry skitters in
if you miss the beat
a busy little spider
with prickly little feet
The ritual of the beat sings
ribbity RUN
danger coming now, why
what have I done?
there must be a reason
amygdala chimes
from a falsely alarming
tricksy mind
ribbity rabbity
one two three
thoughts judder in my gut
on a flea ferris wheel
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