laugh and weigh that up
against what’s in the mirror
all our faults are one
banished as a child
a world inside a painting
slowly rots away
my gun misfires
scorch-marks lash across my hands
i hear rabbits laugh
business is business
the flies are dropping like flies
but boys will be boys
the plane dips and rocks
the vast desert beneath us
how did i get here?
in a dark forest
a tree trunk spans a ravine
we’re chased to it’s peak
you see yourself there
you don’t know how you got there
and yet there you are
“will you be the moss?”
i’ll be whatever you want
to stay here like this
a puddle forming
a sentence left unfinished
a dish best served cold
just clutching at straws
the world is less than perfect
apathy’s a bitch
some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes
staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you
a rain-drenched rooftop
my social life has suffered
working as a spy