The Bakery Aisle

You’re in the supermarket on a cold winters day.

You’re minding your own business, pushing your trolley and checking items off your list when your nose twitches at the smell of freshly baked bread. Tempted, you wander over to the bakery.

Your stomach grumbles as you peruse the counter. Your eyes widen as they drink in the glorious delights on offer. Loaves, rolls, buns, cakes, pastries, biscuits, tarts: each as tantalising as the next. After much internal deliberation you finally decide which one to buy.

A chocolate eclair.

You signal your selection to the assistant who hands you your prize in a cardboard box, neatly tied with ribbon. You carefully place the box at the far end of your trolley, safely stowed away from heavier household goods that might roll around and crush it.

You finish the rest of your shopping a little quicker now, somehow lighter of step, and stride with purpose to the checkout.

You hastily pack and pick up your shopping bags but you grip the box tightly in your hand, carrying it safely all the way out to your car.

You drive along with the box calling to you, provocatively, on the passenger seat. You glance over every few minutes, stretching out a protective hand and smiling in anticipation.

You get home and unpack your shopping whilst waiting, impatiently, for the kettle to boil. The box consumes your thoughts as you drum your fingers on the counter top, and your excitement continues to build.

You sit down in your favourite chair and make yourself comfortable. You tenderly untie the ribbon and lift the lid of the box. You lick your lips as your heart quickens and you finally take a bite of the glistening chocolate eclair.

You begin to realise, as you chew, that it doesn’t taste as good as you thought it would.

The cream is artificial and bland. The pastry is soggy and sticks to your cheeks. The chocolate is saccharine and hurts your teeth.

Disappointed, you put the remaining piece of the chocolate eclair back into the box, close the lid and re-tie the ribbon. You throw the box in the bin without a care in the world.

And that’s what love is like.

Being lured in by the chocolate eclair when, all along, you really should have picked the strawberry tart.

(Originally Posted 07.03.2019)

 

Ode To A Cockroach

You have no heart

You have no soul

Just crawl back

Into whatever hole

You came from

And die, motherfucker, die

(Originally Posted 03.08.2019)

Passing

If we were to meet again

I’d simply walk on by

I’d turn my head away from you

Try not to catch your eye

For I could not do this again

Your loss has left me broken

No, I’d simply walk on by

With nary a word spoken

Circling

Like
vultures

Eyeing up
the bones

Of those of us
who went before

Now rotting
on the stones

Last Orders

Is that
really
it

There’s
nothing
more?

She asks
while
falling
to the
floor

We’ve
drunk
it all

The
well
is dry

He
exclaims
with a
tear in
his eye

The Loan

I’ve
never
felt
relief
like it

To have
something
go right
despite it
looking like
it was
all over

Now I
must try
hard to
make it
count

For who
knows
when,
yet
again,
that debt
will mount

Fatigued Feline

I really
can’t be
arsed today

Do I have
to leave
the house?

I promise
if you let
me stay

I’ll be
as quiet
as a mouse

Toothache

I know
it’s
rotten
inside

Every
morning
I can
taste it

I’ll just
wait until
the nerve
has died

And then
then it
can be
extracted

Inferno

I’ve been here before

I know this place so well

Seems I’ll never get up to heaven

From this far down in hell

The Vulture

I
don’t
mind

Leaving
your
bones
behind

But
I’ll
take
away
your
heart

For I
think
you’ll
find

Its
been a
while
since
I’ve
dined

On
meat
so
a la
carte

Unfathomable Cruelty

Only I
know why
the caged
bird sings

It’s because
some bastard
clipped it’s
wings

Yet as the
tears rise
and the
anger stings

The bird
knows it’s
just one of
those things

The University of Life

I’m
learning
more and
more, day
by day.

Going to
lectures,
finding
my way.

Knowing
when to
work and
when to
play

Hoping
you’ll
be there,
on my
Graduation
Day.

I Surrender

It’s the
first
thought
I have

When
I
wake

A
desire
so
dark

My heart
starts
to
shake

As the
hour of my
certain
end draws
near

Will today
be the
day I
release
my fear?

The Choice

Nobody knows
that pain
more than me

If only there
was a way to
make you see

If you could
just set
yourself free

How much
happier
you would be

Car Trouble

Nothing makes this better

Everything makes it worse

A body straining in first gear

And a mind stuck in reverse

Under The Covers

I can be
with you,
she said,
when my
sadness no
longer shows

Then we
will go to
a place,
he said,
where no one
else knows

All At Sea

Abandon
hope
all ye
who enter
here

But why,
Captain,
there’s
nothing
to fear

Give
it time
for they
will
come

And I
can’t save
you from the
impending
scrum

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