his eyes wet
says, 'Time for bed'
slurred and I know

fabric tension
push further, scream
until it evaporates

hiding myself
behind
pointless little poems

i open up
but there is nothing
behind the door

she taught me
how to
cry

perfect isn't perfect
but morning breath
isn't a flaw

the future finally
caught up
with me

I wish I was cool
enough to have
a drug dependency

syphilis is curable
jealousy
is not

telescoping onion
makes her gag
on a forgotten memory

an empty coffin
still holds
secrets

capital letters
hurt
my feelings

she smells
like some
bad memories

breeze-block forest, like
concrete jungle, just
not as clever

Pixies on the
stereo and her
on my mind

wheelchair madness
but no black eyes
'Come back, pussies!'

cold in the air
gravel on my knees
and love in my heart

I never want
to be without
me

zero hour
draws us
closer

her tears
taste
like victory

I only ever miss
the things I never
notice

my mind is
playing tricks on
you

you're too sexy
for my
own good

my eyes rain
on your desert
skin

the drugs speak
to me
in loud voices

I open the window
and let the darkness
see my mind

people I struggle to
remember, faces
I'd rather forget

her voice is
colder than the
snow on her shoes

the only thing I
fear is being
without us

heated skin and her
gloom
fake restart

for you
I'd burn the day
to the ground

results day
and I wish
I'd slacked off

honey trap goes
bitter with time
and other preserves

little wooden box
holds more than
I want to keep

headache: the result
of too many mornings
waking up alone

eyes water
from looking
for too long

pressure pains
closed mind, closed heart
open eyes

reciprocation
is no replacement
for a feeling

jealousies in the morning
dissolve with warm touch; exits
jealousies in the evening

roll up sleeves, tense
sniff hard and spit
kicks your ass

down and out
in London
and my own head

creeps you out
spit and scream and hate
hard, cold, shiny surface

the mind is weak
the body weaker
respiration strains

nothing to lose
nothing to gain
look around; it's all the same

I'm taking a trip
gonna see how far I slip. Slide
on the fear side

24 service station stops
a holiday not for me
separate we'll never be free

I am the bassline to your favourite song
listen. And touch
my skin is glue

opens the door
breaths of fresh air
warmth, smoke and sex-sweat

I can't sing
I can't dance
but I can commit identity fraud

your eyes closed; mine open
guilty pleasures
because I know you don't

she's going through life
with her eyes closed
and her mouth open

electronic pear drops
sugar on my mind
sweeten the day

silent whispered thoughts
bottled tensions seep into dawn
sleeping ears and warm heavy breaths

an ornate mirror
with a dirty surface
and a crack, diagonal, in one corner

replace the taste of her
dead chicken, mayonnaise, warm salad
full stomach, empty heart

drowning friends, ineffective lifesaver
wave at distorted faces
scared to get your fingers wet

william shatner and inky fingers
tourist with newspaper and frightened pigeons
shout, cry, swim! flee

missed the seminar
bed calls, but you vacated
knuckles ache, heart too

verbal torment
a tear is victory
murder with words

the house, the wife
the car, the kids
I hate fucking chickens

uncomfortable friends
a convenient alliance
silent complaints

"You cunt!" I screamed
but just wanted
to see you naked

my face divided
apology, derision
touch the pain

I know this is selfish
I just had to tell you
I miss you

watch the rain escape the clouds
six day headache
squint against the dark

taste the fear
feel the breath
run from nothing

fuck
buddies get
weird

Moreton, Ground Floor - Room One
familiar faces
familiar excuses

storm front building
attempt to suppress
the weather with pills

sunday morning rain
beyond glass; the gloom
brightens my day

little bits of
Sweden on my
jacket