SUNDAY 11:11PM
A bottle of your finest wine, please
To keep me afloat
To keep me awake
To keep the dread of life at bay
SILENCE AND PIXELATION
I hate the *******
music channels on
TV in the UK. Can’t
say **** or **** or
whisper ***** to the
black bro.
Silence and pixelation is
ruining an otherwise
great ******* day.
FADING INTO OBLIVION
I have forgotten
what it feels like
to hug n kiss n tell,
to wake up next to
someone else
smelling of roses,
fruit or
tin
Was that by choice or
merely as a consequence of
the stupidity of day or
the brains overruling
what my heart now
yearns
AWAITING SUNRISE
Too distant
the joys
of life
Wrapped
in shadows
ever growing
Becoming less and less
with every passing
day
Now awaiting sunrise
and a smiling
face.
THE GREY
If you were to ask me
what top to wear
on that special day
I would say
The Grey
always
The Grey
on any day
wear
The Grey
POORLY
Twitching legs
beneath a quilted
layer of solitude.
Perspiration
wearing down
brittle bones.
Breathing cold
air through
rattling teeth.
Sleep absconded
with
my dreams
WITH EVERY MOMENT
With Every Moment of
Dissatisfaction
Grasping My Throat
I Breathe a Little
Less Shallow.
With Every Moment of
Regret
the Calling is
Pulling Me Down
Alleys Anew
With Every Moment of
Rage and Hidden
Tears the Void of
Darkness Expands
Fills Like Liquid
Feels Like Death
Approaching
HALF PAST SILLY
It’s half past silly and
Vodka tastes like whiskey
In coffee with sugar
No cream tonight
Staying healthy
Or not