16 January 2019
Sundowners
don’t kid yourself
you know these people
just cause they button up
the same way you do
they got secrets to cash
and monkeys to feed
by day they hone
their grievances
forge alliances
and swear their oaths
as playground innocents
but at night
they are a different
species of stupid
when their kamikaze hearts
spur them to perform
localised atrocities
of obscene and banal
dimensions
14 January 2019
Liars
you taught my tongue some tricks
I can weave real eloquently now
with a winning smile
and a twinkle in my eye
I've even fooled myself at times
we all want to believe in something
we all want to trust in someone
but I don't even trust myself
I'm dirty as the thirty pieces of silver
that secured my ounce of solid soul
and as deep as the phony veneer
that fails to conceal my corruption
so, ask me no questions
and ditch the disguise
save us both the effort
of more graceless contortions
as we make our goodbyes
.
13 January 2019
My Friend
they persecuted him
because they could
because it’s easy
to close your mind
to the different
and he was different
he was a peacock
amidst vultures
he was a libertine
in the company of slaves
he was a shooting star
who burned too brightly
and he was my friend
when there was no other
.
12 January 2019
flightless
I met a man
who was fighting
his shadow
he was dull inside
and dead as a dodo
he spoke in tongues
strangely familiar
first languid
and then rabid
in a paralytic dialect
of mumbles and grunts
cunt was a drooler
a mewling loser
dredging an ocean
of heartfelt regrets
and bitter recriminations
he'd traded his allocated
ounce of solid soul
for the draught of oblivion
and I’ve seen his face before
in some distant mirror
but I don't know him
he's nothing to me
so show that bum the door
strangely familiar
first languid
and then rabid
in a paralytic dialect
of mumbles and grunts
cunt was a drooler
a mewling loser
dredging an ocean
of heartfelt regrets
and bitter recriminations
he'd traded his allocated
ounce of solid soul
for the draught of oblivion
and I’ve seen his face before
in some distant mirror
but I don't know him
he's nothing to me
so show that bum the door
before he spills another drink
and then cries out for more
9 January 2019
Loner
she had those absinthe eyes
set in a fragile waifish dial
she possessed a laddish wit
that always made me smile
we were never really lovers
but we fucked once in a while
.
no, we were drinking buddies
and were seldom sober
but we were never truly close
because at heart she was a loner
and I wonder what became of her
when our escapades were over
.
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