You get so alone at times that it just makes sense.
The sun catching, bar hopping, beer guzzling, corduroy wearing, poem writing, book reading, window gazing, star following, meat eating, barbecue cooking, egg frying, egg poaching, egg scrambling,...
24 years old and my knees crack. Without a hint of time. I sigh louder than. That clock. With its fucking noise. I cannot yawn but my eyes droop heavily. Into a gulp. And a restless gulp at that.
Smoking kills or so. I've heard the smoke whispering. An infinite breathe. Drinking calms living. But is mundane in itself. Lonely as I swig. Sleeping is boredom. Breaks up monotonous days.
I live amongst the groaning, wheezing plague of rolling tyres and Friday vomit. Splattered upon the pavement and dried in dyed hair and decorating Primark heels.
And these words mean nothing Slurs, drunken sandwiched between lies Nothingness.
I loved squishing them In my hands The scarlet juice Oozing Through the cracks between my fingers Sticky Seeping into the bramble punctures In my flesh. Almost stigmata-like.
I saw you running in a photograph Fear struck. You were screaming. You were naked Are you still screaming. Do you ever laugh. Flames chased you down the road. Did you make it To safety, to family.
Got so much stuff to sort out before I can sit with my typewriter..
There's no me and you because we're us..
'I love the rain the most when it stops' ~ Joe Purdy.
The train I was on this morning had been plastered with racist and ill researched leaflets from the EDL.
I put all my eggs in one basket, dropped it, so I made an omelette..
If he who hesitates is lost, how can I look before I leap?.
Trust me, going back to school is tougher if you're a member of staff!.
Escape that's kind of hard when you're in hell If you sacrifice your soul then the Devil can help For a life full of riches, a purse full of paper But that's a high price for eternal damnation Or...
And there it is - c'est fini. The end - and now what. A beer. A cigarette. I don't want a black coffee. Maybe the warmth of a fire or my family. But it is cold and they are far.
And so it goes.
Another night swimming in drink.
'On my shoulders I hold the weight of what you think revolves around you' ~ Engineer.
I guess. It continues like this. Gradually wearing. The sole. Of your boot. Until bared. Your heels crack. On the hot floor. Under the weight of your burden. Slung like a noose across your shoulders.
Love was invented in Hollywood.
I stopped on the stairs to search for serenity. She was vacant she wasn't there. I carried on climbing to converse with calamity. We drank whiskey in brown leather chairs. We called out to conformity.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion ~ Camus.
It's best to keep your mouth shut Unless you're opening to swallow some enrichment for your soul It's best to keep your eyes closed Unless there is a scant thigh or an unbuttoned blouse, waiting to...
I tripped over lust and I fell into love - hate being one of the hive but it's a hell of a buzz.
He was swept off his feet from the first embrace. Their eyes met for a second then he turned away. "Goodbye, ring me," she called in a nervous way.
She steps out of the shower but leaves the fog on the mirror To hide her eyes from her, self proclaimed, horrible figure She's naked, she cringes, she wants to be thinner The magazines that she...
Grim faces Scratch at my eyes with sharp smiles that slide off their chins..
Today I must lower my Grandfather's coffin into a grave next to my Grandmother..
It's when you realise you're nothing. Vague, pointless, indistinct, grey and empty. No better than the man arranging melons in a supermarket into neat rows, 4x4.
A picture paints a thousand words, but a thousand words can express a thousand emotions.
Keep your head down and keep on roaming.
When you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through ~ Bukowski.
And we drew stars on the pavement wishing we were infinite ~ graffiti.
Drinking at the departure gate, Glasgow bound. Weary with the what's of tomorrow. I'll nurse my hangover before I am pallbearer. And I'll lower myself tonight lower than you will be rested tomorrow.
It was then that I realised If I stood on a chair on tiptoes And reached out with my right arm I could steal the Sun from the sky.
Called in sick this morning my lips and teeth were red. The sun blistered through the window, the world was far to glad. My wall was stained with claret, I rubbed knuckles that had bled.
*Piss* It stunk but I was drunk and I needed to piss. The toilet door banged shut behind me and the roar of the White Lion was muzzled.
It's when you realise you're nothing. Vague, pointless, indistinct, grey and empty. No better than the man arranging melons in a supermarket into neat rows, 4x4.
'When your strengths are your weaknesses you cry.' John Fante.