Telling Tales

Why don’t you
stay here
a while,
he said,
and have
a cup
of tea

But I don’t
she said,
why would
you want
to talk
to me?

You’ve got
a tale to
tell, he said,
and I’d
like to
find out

Well you’ll
be sad
to realise,
she said,
that I’m
just a
crashing bore

Sleep Is Futile

What’s the
point in
going to bed

With all
this shit
inside my head

It’s not
like I’ll be
allowed to rest

With this
sickness deep
inside my chest