The Corporate Ladder

Give yourself a break

He said

We can all see

You’re trying your best

I just can’t afford to flake

She said

With all these cuckoos

In the nest

The Sycamore Gap

I saw it first

On TV

In a film made long ago

(If you can forgive

Their dodgy accents

It’s not that bad, you know)

There it stood

Pride of place

As part of that iconic scene

A symbol of majesty

And resilience

In a landscape stoically serene

Who knew

That its destruction

Would be so upsetting to me

It’s not like it was

A person

But a 300 year old tree

Wronged Parties

I just don’t understand

He said 

Why she would try to tear us apart 

Because the cost of true love

She said 

Is always someone else’s heart

Liquidity

You can’t drink from an empty cup

He said

Your throat is still left parched

To have a cup in the first place

She said

Would be a fucking start

Deadened

I wish

That things

Were different

And I could be

More in control

But my drive

Is non existent

So I’m stuck here

In this hole

Straight Up

If you knew

Anything about me

You’d know that shit

Isn’t my style

I’d say

To your face

That you’re a cunt

And not hide it

Behind a smile

Shut Eye

To expect a nightly vision

She said

Seems a tad extreme

I barely get to sleep

She said

Let alone to fucking dream

Showtime

Time to tell your truth

He said

To stand up and face the crowd

I’m not sure how I’ll cope

She said

Saying all this stuff out loud

A Bridge Too Far

I’m sorry

For all

The pain

I caused

For those

Emotions

That I

Withheld

You see

I did

Love you

Very much

I just didn’t

Love myself

Detrimental

There’s nothing worse

Than when it hurts

And that

Is all the time

Yet I’ll pretend

To the bitter end

That everything

Is fine

Prince Charmless

I want it like

The book

She said

I need

The fairy tale

I can offer you

He said

A dream or two

But nothing

On that scale

One Series Too Many

It reads more like

You just couldn’t be arsed

Your ending, descending

Into abject farce

Perhaps next time

You’ll be less weak willed

With your writing, exciting

And us feeling fulfilled

Showdown

The day

Is getting closer

The hour

Is drawing near

Will I find a way

My truth to say

Or will I simply cower

In fear

Cardboard City

Another winters night

Passes me by

As I lie here and think

Why me God, why?

I did everything

That you asked

Completed each

And every task

And yet here I am

All alone

With nowhere safe

To call my home

Wondering what else

I have to do

To feel anything other

Than contempt from you

Hiding In Plain Sight

It’s looking like

We got it wrong again

Because of his persona

We missed their pain

And although, I’m sure,

He’ll issue his refrain

Any protest now

Must surely be in vain

Needs

We may never be

The perfect match

Yet you are an itch

I just love to scratch

The Spooky Wifie

I wonder

If you’ll remember

All those things

You said to me

The last time

That we sat

In this room

Drinking herbal tea

I recall you had

A deck of cards

Asking me pick

Just three

Using them, then

As your guide

To set

The spirits free

I knew back then

It was bullshit

And now I don’t

Feel differently

But if indeed

You do remember

To your ‘gift’

I will concede

Eyes Off The Ball

There’s only so much you can take
He said
Before you’ll break down for good

If you don’t think I’m screwed already
She said
Then you’ve clearly misunderstood

Oh, Please

Forgive my hyperbolic phrase

He said

‘Tis the burden of the poet

You’re just a pretentious cunt

She said

And don’t I fucking know it

Miscommunication

When I whispered

In your ear

Perhaps it wasn’t

Very clear

I never said

Let’s meet again

In fact I said

Let’s just be friends

Unplanned

When we said

Goodbye that day

We didn’t know

It would be

Forever

And yet

I’m left

Here alone

With only

Our memories

To treasure

Night Nurse

With medications

To administer

And all those wounds

To dress

I think I said

Goodbye to you

Before you even left

Xxx

Taken Unawares

I stand at the window

Waiting to see you get off

But the bus whistles past

Without needing to stop

Because, of course,

You never got on

As I remember, with force,

That you are gone

Xxx

Just A Feeling

I see you,

You know,

For what you are

A puppeteer

Pulling strings from afar

Thinking your little tricks

I won’t dare to mention

When all you’re doing

Is drawing my attention

To the fact

That you’re a cunt

I Won’t Be Back

Although

We’ve spent

The night

Together

We’ll forever be

Apart

For your body

May well

Have given

Me pleasure

But you’ll

Never have

My heart

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