Crumbling
The foundations of the house
Sunk
Lower than the bags under my eyes
I hadn’t slept in days
She had
Of course she had
I was the one being punished not her
The taps dripped
The mould took hold
Again
We’d survived a move, a death, a pandemic
And this fucking city
But could we get through this festering rot
I’m not sure
And not even drink is fixing it these days
Nor drugs
Legal
Or otherwis...
Yer man sat in the background
And intended to stay until closin
To him the out of league ladies chatting
Their shoulders remained staunchly frozen
He told tales and complied compliments
As creamy as the pints he drank
And he’d do it not for any reward
He didn’t even want a thanks
And he’ll still spin yarns and stories
Epics that could ne’er be topped
And he will sit, and you’ll hear his wit
Unt...
In the evening
I carry her voice with me
The siren of my teenage years
Her face
Hair, my god her hair
The scent of a thousand paradise islands
Waves that caressed and framed a face
Of satin, ivory and the most delicate of freckles
Her body, her soul
They sing to me in the twilight hours
Alone
I weep for her
In crowds I am lonelier still
I dream
For to find her herself with me again
Would allo...
I stared into his eyes
Tommy stared past mine
We had managed to stem the flow
He told me he was feeling fine.
We swapped stories of life
And of the hills in which he grew
I shared some lies of my homeland
Just a few
We waited for the medic
They said 15 minutes for a rank so lowly
I told him 5 and that he’d soon be home in Georgia
Time had never passed so slowly...
The sun was dimmer
The streams had no glimmer
No hope
The leaves were green
But turning
My heart
Broken
And yearning
It was nearly noon
But in my soul
It was dark
This wasn’t just another walk in the park
As I tried to avoid looking at my phone
And the doctors who’d be telling me
They’d tried their best
But now I was
Alone...
Fuck your inspiration quotes
Your side hustles and personal challenges
Why?
They are set by people
With no skill of their own
Just
Sadists
Masquerading as coaches
Frauds
Who couldn’t complete them
Didn’t devise them and
Make sure you can never pass them
Free yourself and
Find your own peace
No stranger
Can define who you are
Those who try?
Have already failed their own...
We had 30 years to see Paris, my love
But it’s prettier in the spring, I hear
To my shame I was much too cowardly
To give you the ring you deserved, my dear
And now I long for one last chance
To stroll with you along the Seine
But Paris belongs to the past, I fear
So let us sing la vie en rose
For the old times
Once
Again...
There’s blood on the stair again
On the wall too
The faint smell of decay and skunk
Drifts cutting through the BO and spoiled milk
Hidden only by the grace of god
And the broken lights
They flicker
And make reading the missing person sign
An impossibility
Only 21
Drugs no doubt
Or some other dalliance of the young
Probably dead
The lucky bastard
Who needs sons anyway
He’s better off wherever h...
There was no from me response
Not even in anger anymore
Defeated I cannot even fake sadness
I sit staring at my pointless life
Work and home are now
Nothing but empty shells
Of a life imagined
And the future is as bleak as the weather
I try to avoid
And all that is left is this object
This 6ft stack of broken promises
Devoid of emotion
Hope or feeling
Or a tomorrow
I am the window in which I s...
