I have risen like oil in water.
Blue eyes soaked in too much gin.
Such deep roots for such a young oak.
I have broken promises like mirrors,
sinned easily as ABC.
Now I breeze through evenings:
karma’s spoilt daughter.
I have sighed.
And the earth has rumbled.
Good luck has tumbled out in
the shape of pennies,
surprise parking spaces,
faces I stalked when I was nothing
but an ignored word in the back of the room.
I have tried.
I have melted into every sky,
fucked my way to forgiveness,
abused every nose I’ve burned through.
I have avenged.
I have teased swirls of smoke into odes of desire,
started fires just to stamp them out.
I have snatched pieces of hearts
to patch up the scraps of my own.
‘A rampage,’ some have said.
And I have lied.
I tried to tell them they were