TUESDAY 1st DECEMBER 2009.
Let me be aliveTo see you grown.Let me know thatTruth rejuvenates.Let me prove ourLittle histories false.Let me miss less ofYour night journeys. Let my sight catchEvery crease’s birth.Let me greet you inHardships cold yard. Let me hold you atThe end and rejoice.Let me voice angerThere one last time. Let me care for you As I have been loved.Let me be free of landAnd it’s inhabitants.Let me grab what laddersTrail beneath the sky.Let me know that myLife was worthy of yours.

MONDAY 30th NOVEMBER 2009.
This is for youMy friend,My enemy,My love.Myself made male.Railing against the world andIt’s curtains;Carrying hearts upon green leaved sleevesThat I gave you.This is builtFor you,Spilt with the milk of myBlind kindness.I treasure you like the brotherI never had,Like the partner in crimeThat we were,Like the fire we burned and turned to ashAnd passed into compost.This is created inYour image,In transience and loyalty;For all the times I never called,Or thought I would,Or ignored you,Or forgot to tell youHow very

SUNDAY 29th NOVEMBER 2009.
An auspicious day today;It’s my dear sister’s birthday,Whose worthy ways exist to make mineBetter and who still insists that cards must be sentAnd that the pleasantness of presents remains,And whose day officially announcesThe arrival of Christmas.I still remember her 21st Celebration back in ’82 when, as a Youth, and in love for the first time, I drank theJuice of Eve’s fruit and broke sobriety’s heart, andAge, which towers over all, carried me Home to my parents and handedThem back a man. The seasonal tree will go up Today and, as in the previous few years, It’s the one

SATURDAY 28th NOVEMBER 2009.
She was fiddling in RomeAnd almost fell out of bed,And a sex concussion would have been the leastOf her worries in the face of the fire that was ragingInside her, but she hitched herself back into positionAnd took up her mission again.Though mixing drink with Fingers at that time of night Is going to slur any work, but after what seemedLike a minor imperial reign she eventually came and,Overwhelmed, fell off to sleep only to wake shaken andAching and tender as a tickle.After rising and decidingTo tackle the wheel of her carShe didn’t get far before having to stop and dropHer guts in a roa

FRIDAY 27th NOVEMBER 2009.
It’s not him I’ve left,It’s her, But when In painShe setsTo stir,And allHer gamesAnd threatsReturn;The onesThat blame,And letMe burn,And in Those flamesMy sweatIs heardUntilShe drainsRegretfulWords.