I’ll have a sarni, ta very much
and a cupper, a proper brew,
Yorkshire if you fancy, though
anything goes. We leave, we
exit, destination void, the pubs
our own so they will stay, the
bankers likely to hitch a ride,
go froggie most likely, though
Brussels beckons all. Show me
a chippy that will not remain,
after all sums are done and
the witch has burned.
Self-diagnosis is
undeniably the
way to go as
I should know
what is going on
within.
Embracing those
seeking gold to
kill my demons
the words used to
stir the pot
rekindle fires long
gone, lost.
Self-medication follows
obvious to those who
see that I am I and so
it shall forever be.
My choice is mine and
thus control remain
within.
Girls’n’Boys
Boys’n’Girls
hands tied down – ripping
blending souls
turning slowly
reawakening
facing the physical
experience
once more
Hellraiser roaring; abate the truth showing; begone fair maiden swaying; bleeding lips unbecoming thee; vulture of souls harvesting; dry virgins solely sought; pure innocence of lust; mist as mist flows; touching flowers of purity
“You’re bouncing off the ceiling…” she said.
I was just happy to see her after so long. We only met once every four months, that was our arrangement. She was responsible for my wellbeing and I, I just failed at most things.
She left not long after this, moved away, closer to home, the baby and family. I still recall those words, “Bouncing off the ceiling”, and cherish them still. A life of an unstable is never easy but a saying like that sometimes help to remember the better days.
I wish I could speak music
the missing dimension to
my words falling flat
Receiver malfunction, distorted thoughts
“I love you” she whispered
Receiver malfunction, obvious distress
“Come closer, hold my hand” again and again
Receiver malfunction, panic; abort
Panic aborted
Panic aborted
Panic aborted
Panic aborted
Panic aborted
Panic aborted
…
In prayer I hear no answers; silence reverberating; diving into the alcohole; perception awakens; shadows of godliness revealing; shooting up the star; unproven path to God; tempting faith alluring; hands trembling; mitigating
Awaiting the coming of night; fundamentally…the riffraff safely tucked away in their castles; securely…aisles left empty barren shelves awaiting; calling…daring departure down lanes of darkness; apprehensively…cloaked and hooded a swiftly concluded affair; refilling…safety returning nearing the ivory tower; speedily…once quenched the thirst; rapidly…the mist will manifest; surely
