Familiar respite; Reading Keats, listening to Morrissey, drowned in sadness. Scribbling away in a battered notebook of poems about love and loss: poems you've read and poems you haven't. You told me you pictured our future. Just weeks ago, blissful as ever. Now you claim just friendship. By last night you'd called me a twat. I've … Continue reading Poem: We’ll hug (for the times)
Walls drenched in the sweat of yesteryear. I hate many. I love none Birds tweet of the consuming doldrums of today. To be a man. Is a burden. To have a soul. Is encumbering. I own a past long undisclosed. Now my past speaks to me with flirtatious intrigue. Hypocrisy is a hard embrace. When … Continue reading Poem: The isolationists nightmare
There is no wonderment. Only statistics. Enforced damnation. There is no escape. There is no amalgamation. Just beliefs. So separate. They become one maddening idea. That sometimes escalates into something. So much more. And. So much worse. It's dangerous. And. Beyond contempt.
I walked a road once. Gambling and drinking. My eyes wide shut to the oblivion I had entered. Though one day I saw a girl. Drinking alone in self-pity. She knew so much. Yet knew so few. I stood in a shadowy alley once. Lighter just wouldn't light. thinking the the light would push the … Continue reading Poem: A line to wander