laugh and weigh that up
against what’s in the mirror
all our faults are one
some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes
she tears down the walls
an insatiable hunger
the cityscape looms
my lab up in flames
attacked by a giant wasp
mondays! am i right?
there is a thin line
between a joke and the truth
i can’t take either
banished as a child
a world inside a painting
slowly rots away
i wake up gently
it’s such a beautiful day
i feel very ill
gone before your time
a debt of apology
that cannot be paid
staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you
air leaks from the room
i reach out to touch your hand
my arm halts, frozen
it’s time to take stock
and get myself together
and get milk.. and bread..
business is business
the flies are dropping like flies
but boys will be boys
fear creeps up my spine
the sense of being followed
from each dark corner