Packets

I have my life
arranged in little packets.

A pack of meat, eggs and vegetables,
I marinate, beat and cut
to feed the hunger rising from my depths.

A packed basket of clothes,
to suit every occasion, and,
to cover the little things i feel in between.

And of course an ice- pack,
to soothe my swollen joints
or maybe a bruised heart.

Dead Weight

You promised to let me fly
into the heights of the infinite sky,
and you did fly with me
in exhilarating joy;
but I realize love, now,
that your love was -
weighing down-
down by my ankle
like a dead dead weight,
not letting me soar,
nor letting me drift,
even towards
the nearly distant shore...