COUNTING THE DAYS

The mangled flower is draped over me, like plasters
Like the masters on tv
The union jack is your best friend
like me all torn
and twisted
the heartless swines

They droop on the way down, all kept secrets
Never promised
drainpipe jeans and your old holborn pipe
sucking it
for your dear life
like the masters on tv

it kindles, reminds you of all the children
they sang and sang
of times and places
you will never visit
I am void and null
Empty and dull
like the masters on tv

That reminds me, to get to Friday
to watch you slip and fall
in your shawl
like an empty ocean
all derided and desired
like a piece of toast you look old
and crippled
in your armchair
falling under the medicine

Prescribed to your mothers, mother
so tired and old
so bold
like a nibble of ink
like a arial template
written on your aunties nighty
I see your face
our human race
is knackerd
like the machine that runs it

LITTLE MYSTERIES

All those little mysteries
We found, behind the back of the couch

All those that I found
Behind the backs of your eyes

I don't know what happiness means
But I look in your eyes and it isn't there

I don't believe in magic anymore
As my face tells my age

The cupboards bare, where we made love
On the frosty windowsill

I'm still cleaning the place
This well worn grave

MY HEART IS A TRAIN WRECK

I wore my favourite shirt today to meet you
But you never showed

Nursing a hangover,
Although you still manage to sound as beautiful as ever

Music is my first love but you might be my second
And I wish I was your 3rd or 4th.

I don't care that you smoke cigarettes
I'm only jealous because they get to touch your lips

You have a worrying obsession for my cooking
But I would cook for you forever, if you would only let me (lemon chicken anyone)

I don't know you, yet I really know you
An oxymoron of the most heartfelt kind
I know every inch of your body like the back of my hand

My mind is on repeat of all the things we did and said
And promises we promised to keep

As I sit here
scrawling and staring
climbing the fucking walls
undressing you in my mind

My heart is a train wreck
Waiting for you to untangle me.

I want you, only you

I'm in, are you?