having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death
my gun misfires
scorch-marks lash across my hands
i hear rabbits laugh
an old puzzle box
that opens a door to hell
two quid from oxfam
keep me at arms length
lest we confuse love with love
there’s no going back
a robot creature
that for some reason hates me
“don’t break in my car”
mankind is long gone
tree roots tear through the pavement
reclaiming the street
a glass full of port
a briefcase full of money
the news full of lies
business is business
the flies are dropping like flies
but boys will be boys
mosquito bitten
sun-burnt and dehydrated
we trudge through the swamp
there is no bus home
everyone singing a song
that i didn’t know
mankind is long gone
tree roots tear through the pavement
reclaiming the street
i wont sleep tonight
all i can think of is you
outside the street screams
my lab up in flames
attacked by a giant wasp
mondays! am i right?