beauty

beauty

it weighs
ribcages down
in pain
like stones,
in silence

bar raised

every sinew in your body
driven with purpose
wounded
your base
kept me enclosed
within
like a gift wrapped midnight
a reverse cinderella
craving
the next

time

Maryland

The turnstiles
Exclaiming wow
And the bench you would wait on
Holding your guitar
And walking past
The curry house
Like pushing through
Knives

Probably

Somewhere
Right now
Someone you loved
Unconditionally
Is falling
In love
With someone else

Right now

6am Hendon Central

Locked out
Leaving out the food bowls
On the balcony
For the longest time
I wandered
Astray

Days like today

Some busy days
I still feel your fingers
Intertwined between mine
And I wonder what you did
On this fourth of July

This moment is perfect, he said

I’ll always have
The night we listened to Pink Floyd
In bed
I’ll always thank you
For that

Resigned

The missing of you is like
The sound between
The lightning
And the thunderbolt
Crushing my heart

Yesterday

Experience
Fades out
Like suntan

buttercup

as futile
as a butterfly
on the underground

Current

Time passes
Like toenails
I close my eyes
And drift asleep into ocean

fucked/endemic

in shadows
appetites
rose tinted glasses
stood on ninety degree angles
soliciting 
ripper deviation
endless greasy cobblestones
myths
captured, prodded, groped 
wound down windows 
idealised objectification
all this time
looked away
politely
laughed it off
unsightly

pay
brushed under a carpet
they’re the other 
uncomfortable
it’s too tricky 
self control 
the most difficult want 
to impose on a brother
while you’re trying
hard
not to 
pay

no mind
her choices 
in convenience seep
daily  
lonely, beaten, violated
weeping with red tape
lyrics and cereal boxes
your sisters and your wives
become tainted
(unclean)
relented

we promise
we will hang our heads
in shame

but you know
you want to
all the same

Reminder

Nothing
Is more
When it’s not allowed

Taboret

I peel the potatoes
Wrinkled gnarly rats
Soft from old age
Sitting on the pale blue stool
In your kitchen
The kitchen of birth and death
Of family
Looking down at the linoleum
And you holding the mallet
Striking your remaining strength
Into the beef fillets
With gentle hands
That have raised unruly
Guided and held
And now deserve
Much more
Than what you have left

I look at you and think
You gave yourself away
And I never
Want to stand in a kitchen
The way you stood today

anybody out there?

I’m finding it hard
to explain
the absurdity of reality
because we cannot be sunsets