POEM: 'The Ballad Of The Pepper-Sprayed Nobodies'

So I bought a magazine in WHSmiths Grabbed a coffee from Starbucks And got on the train. Achtung Baby on the Walkman, Some guy from ITV opposite me (not Tom Bradby) And a very understocked onboard shop. Watch the world go by for a while Check the Adidas reflection I’m looking okay I toast myself with cooling coffee. Off the train Pasty from Tesco and some Coca Cola And a walk through London’s welcoming streets. Spend two hours in HMV Praying at the altar of Ryan Adams The only god who gives something back. Look at the buildings in Tottenham Court Road Stare at the iPads with electronic Manga eyes. Starbucks Espresso perks me up Buy tickets for a big West End show Knowing I might not be around to see it. Get a taxi to St Paul’s Cathedral Shooting protestors with bullets from Wal-Mart And a gun I bought from Ebay. Welcome to Capitalism, you fucks, It allows you to buy coffee twenty four hours Buy Shrek DVDs at two in the morning And you know, get stuff cheaper, whenever you wish. If you were in school instead of whining on the church’s doorstep you might know that. Where’s your god now? What was your point again? Wait, is that a Nokia in your pocket? Can you spell h-y-p-o-c-r-i-s-y? I shake my head, eat some Nestle chocolate and fire off a few more rounds Explode a few more empty heads. Drink another Coke Read Time Wait for the police. Oh hang on, Weren’t you protesting about law enforcement last week? Seems the Met is in no rush. I wait a while then take my gun and go home Whistling a tune on my Sony Walkman And thinking of the Webber show later tonight.

POEM: 'Girl Note'

I’m not an open book
Keep emotions in rusty fortresses.
Faded images for the camera
Becomes the real me.
I’ve worn the mask so long
I no longer recognise myself.
To find no need to hide is delicious
Yet simultaneously terrifying.
I can be hurt now though
As if a large target waits on my heart,
No poison arrow please
Just a smile and a loving look
And I light up like the sun.
A simple complex creature,
My confession – I like you.

POEM: 'Spirit'

See her across the Bourbon line
Still, whilst the room constantly spins.
Eyes look towards the heavens
Manga stare deflected through the night club mirrors.
Neon forms a halo,
My goddess of imagination
Worshipped in a church of cherished memories.
So so dear in the future too.
Don’t press the self destruct
I turned it off for you.

POEM: 'Enlightened'

The snow capped mountains stare down in judgement
Whispering distain through the cold air.
I continue the search for you
Without the necessary map
Without eyes.
Blindly I follow the line
Into the dark iced chill of the soul.
There you spill your answers
Kurtz-like
Mad Buddha lecturing.
Now I understand
I turn and walk away alone.
Over the moon
Then over the edge.

POEM: 'Dot'

Vertical, not horizontal.
This is no cry for help,
It’s extinction.

POEM: 'Perfect Date'

Waiting outside your house
Standing on noodle legs
Trying to look dignified.
Check my tie in a puddle’s distorted reflection
Run a plastic comb through my heavily moussed hair.
I try to practice my best smile
But I look goofy – always goofy.
Switch on the serious look.
Much better.
Run through conversations you’ll enjoy
No blessed silence on this date
I want to know everything
I want to reveal all to you.
You come out laughing
Holding a small dog on a leash.
He barks at me and you smile
I blush and quickly scurry.
After that smile I wonder…
Maybe tomorrow we could talk?