POEM - 'Nightwatch'

THE COLD AIR HITS MY EQUALLY COLD STARE
WATCHING THE UGLY COUPLE WHO DON'T SEE ME THERE.
SHE BERATES HIM FOR SOME COMMENT ABOUT SOME FORGOTTEN PIN UP
HE FIRES BACK ABOUT HER SQUEAKY VOICE
GRATING A HALF DRUNK REMEMBRANCE.
SHE PLAYFULLY TAPS HIS ARM
HE WATCHES A PASSING TEEN BRUSH HAIR FROM HER FACE.
THE WOMAN SIGHS AND GOES BACK TO BERATING
THE MAN IS CHECKING HIS WATCH AND DOING HIS BEST TO LOOK OBLIVIOUS.

I'M ON HIM LIKE A SHOT
SLASHING HIS THROAT JUST TO WATCH HIS EXPRESSION CHANGE.
THE GIRL'S HANDS COME UP TO HER MOUTH
A SCREAMING PIGGY STAGGERING BACKWARDS.
SHE'S SOON MUTED BY MY SUDDEN MOVEMENT
HER HEAD LEAVES HER BODY AND I KICK IT AWAY.
NO MORE ARGUMENTS
NO MORE TRIVIA
JUST TWO BROKEN BODIES
UNDER A CANVAS READING 'LOVE=WAR'
DAUBED IN THEIR AWIFTLY COOLING BLOOD.
I FEEL MUCH BETTER.

A SHOT, A BEER, A CIGARETTE, REAPPLY LIPSTICK AND THEN HOME.
A DREAMLESS SLEEP.

POEM - 'No'

FRAGILITY THROUGH STERILITY
DON'T COUGH ON THE BABY
YOU'LL PASS ON YOUR GERMS
GERMS FROM THE STREETS
GERMS FROM THE FOIL.
GERMS FROM YOUR COLD TARRED HEART.
THE HANDS ON THE CLOCK MELT
TIME IS THE SHATTERED LUXURY OF YOUTH.
BUG POWDER DUST
YOUR BITCH MISTRESS ISN'T HUMAN
I CAN NEVER COMPETE WITH THE INJECTED PLEASURES
A CUCKOLDED WHORE IN VIRGINAL WHITE
WHILST THE OTHER FUCKS RED IN THE ORGIASTIC VIAL.
YOUR FINGERPRINTS ON THE NEEDLE
MY FINGERPRINTS ON THE TRIGGER.
SOMETIMES DEAD IS BETTER
NO POINT IN BEING HALF A PERSON.
THE HALF ON THE GROUND
THEN IN THE GROUND
AS YOU FLY ALONE, ABOVE, AS LOVE.

POEM - 'Bowling Pins'

WINDOWS ON THE WORLD
EGGS BENEDICT DOWN MY SHIRT
AND A SLIVER OF RED TAINTS MY STARCHED COLLAR.
A MAN WITH A CRIMSON MASK
WHISPERS 'I LOVE YOU'S
INTO A PHONE THAT'S ALREADY DEAD.
IT'S GETTING HARD TO SEE
ACRID SMOKE STEALS MY BREATH
I'M COUGHING HARD,
I'M COUGHING UP BLOOD.
AS THE HEAT INTENSIFIES
I CRAWL SLOWLY TO THE WINDOW.
OBJECTS DROPPING THROUGH THE SKY
LIKE CHARRED BOWLING PINS
HURTLING DOWN AN ENDLESS GULLEY.
NO NOISE
JUST A HOLLOW DIGNITY.
I CUT MY ARM ON THE GLASS AS IT SHATTERS
A FINAL SCARLET REMEMBRANCE.
BRITTLE AND BROKEN
WITH NO GOD TO PRAY TO
I SOFTLY SING RYAN ADAMS,
ECHOEING 'I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU NEW YORK'
AS THE FLAMES LICK ME.
ONE FINAL JOLT OF INTENSE PAIN
AS I STEP INTO THE BLUE.

POEM - 'Talking To Hank Williams About A Girl'

EVERYONE WANTS TO BE HANK
BUT NOONE WANTS TO DIE.
WE ALL WANT TO BE PETER PAN
BUT NONE OF US CAN FLY.
I WANT TO BE THE TIN MAN
BEREFT OF THIS BROKEN HEART.
FEELING LIKE A JIGSAW
WITH THE PICTURE TORN APART.
I WANT TO BE YOUR SAVIOUR
BUT NOT HANGING FROM A CROSS.
I WANT TO FEEL SOME FEELINGS
JUST A DIFFERENT ONE FROM LOSS.
SO WILLIAMS PLAYS FROM HEAVEN
WATCHING US ALL DOWN HERE.
HE STUDIES MY EMOTION
AS HE SIPS ANOTHER BEER.
"MY BOY, THE ANSWER'S SIMPLE
JUST LISTEN HARD TO THIS.
THE GIRL'S A MAZE OF DEAD ENDS
THE SOLUTION'S IN A KISS."

POEM - 'Snow'

COLD BREEZE ON MY FACE
I REACH OUT TO SHIELD YOU.
YOU PLAYFULLY PROTEST
AS I PUSH YOU INTO THE SLUSH.
THE DEFINITIVE SNOW ANGEL.
BACK INSIDE FREED FROM THE ELEMENTS
YOU HOLD HOT CHOCOLATE LIKE A BABY
YOUR SMILE MELTS THE ICE
AND I'M ON FIRE IN YOUR PRESCENCE.
BEACH BOYS XMAS ALBUM
AND I'M NEVER MOVING FROM THE MISTLETOE.

POEM: 'Neon Heart'

TAKE THE UNCERTAINTY FROM MY HEART
I NEED TO BELIEVE IN YOU
I NEED TO BELIEVE IN US.
I CAN'T BREATHE WHEN IT'S NOT IN STEREO
MY HAND IS OUT
TAKE IT.
MY HEART STILL BEATING ERRATICALLY
IT'S ALL FOR YOU.
THE SUN SHINES OFF MY FACE
TEARS DRIED BY MEMORIES
SICKLY SWEET SCENES FROZEN IN TIME.
BRUSHING YOUR HAIR FROM YOUR FACE
KISSING YOUR FOREHEAD
FALLING INTO YOUR OCEAN OF EMOTION.
IF IT IS WRONG TO SAY THE WORDS
THEN MY TIME OF BEING RIGHT IS THROUGH.
I LOVE YOU.
THERE,
I LOVE YOU.

POEM - 'Three, Four, Infinity'

I TRY TO WRITE MY LOVE
YET INK CANNOT CARRY ROMANCE.
THE PEN CANNOT WRITE EMOTION
NOTHING I SAY CAN DESCRIBE THE FEELING.
TWO HEARTS INTERLOCKED
BECOMING ONE
NO LONGER SEPARATED BY GEOGRAPHY OR FATE.
HER EYES SPARKLE AND I CATCH MY BREATH
SUCH BEAUTY, SUCH MAGIC.
I REACH OVER, KISSING HER HUNGRILY
THE WORLD STOPS
THEN SPINS OFF ITS AXIS.
BREATHE, LOVER, BREATHE
EYES ARE CLOSED
AND I PRAY IF SHE DREAMS SHE DREAMS OF ME.
WHEN I LOOK AGAIN
HER GRACE IS GONE
HER FACE REMAINS IN MY MIND
BUT HER HUMAN FORM FLOATS BACK TO PEPPERLAND
WHERE REAL LIFE CUTS ME LIKE A KNIFE.
SAIL BACK BEAUTY,
SOLITUDE WEEPS.