Pull down the stars
Put out the sun
I’ve had enough
You have won
A Question Of Pronunciation
Tear
or
tear?
Does
it
matter?
Both
fucking
hurt.
Wankers
Fuck you.
And the horse you rode in on.
A Simple Exchange
I’m glad
you’re
here,
he said.I’m not,
she said.
‘Slip Away, Quietly’
All happiness
is fleeting
All sadness
is depleting
I’m no
longer competing
From sanity
I’m retreating
Cops & Robbers
Caught with
my hands
in the
sweetie jar
I retreat,
shamefaced,
when I
hear a
police car…
Who the
fuck has
called
the cops?
I’ve only
stolen
a couple
of pear
drops…