THE SECRET TRUNK

Mum and dad
Never explained creation -
The fission at the centre

So I learnt it from a tree trunk
Hollow with criminals,
Venus eyes, and fantasy

A BODY WITH NO SCARS

Childhood is a bucket of fun,
A place to get real dirty
Then wash if off white bodies
In memories with no scars.

SPLIT OPEN

Were all beautiful
In our innards

In the yards
Of place we know;
Like the open countryside
That calls to our heart
With love and tranquility

We ache inside
When truly split open -
In those moments
Some people overflow