Dissociate

When I read sentences separate,

whittle into wings as words whistle

claws of eagles’ scatter sentences as eyes bristle

 woodpeckers tapping into pages tearing whistles

has seagulls shriek their misunderstood missiles

mopping up the rubble of seaside buffets drivel

feathers float on paper as words bleed inks snivel,

thoughts run ragged, upturned to dissipate

under the weight of words as mud drenches

knitted into the stars / words stay clenched

Rules brake towards a manifesto 

within the lines and flow and rhyme and

meter and sense of a beat glow

words demand to roam free in the trenches of reality,

in a mind where thoughts bounce

into

MINE.                           I.                                               OWN.

I am from Plymouth and came to writing later in life due to undiagnosed neurodivergence and having too much back in the day. I write about queer histories, how isolated places impact queerness and neurodivergence.