24.02.15

You feel so familiar

I can’t see your face from here

I think I know you

Your humour

Your heart

Your voice

I can’t see your face from here

That bar where my friend danced?

Déjà vu when we speak

I can’t see your face from here

That dive with great martinis?

I can’t see your face from here

Have we awoken to each other?

I can’t see your face from here

An adventure?

You  see,I am not great with names

I can’t see your face from here

17.02.15

fuck-off and die scum

you  don’t need a walking study in demonology

Please go to the Irish bastard

The one you asked me to teach a lesson,  with a .45 auto

You’re not

My type

As smart  you claim

Zip talent

And more baggage than a cruise ship

The Irish bastard 

Needs a meal ticket

I don’t

More issues than time

more daddy issues

than porn star

without the skills

you’ll never speak again

now that is 

the

nicest thing

you’ve ever done for anyone

24.01.15 0n 19.02.15

Epitome of …. You referred to 

Me

I get it our

Your friends have cameras for eyes

It doesn’t play well 

Out

In the ‘burbs 

Talk

In your world that is everything 

In my world

We are

 Urban legends 

Cautionary tales

It’s 

Cool

We wear shades   

Because 

we’ve been underground so long 

a tired looking man 

in black leather

and blackout shades

having a cheap cocktail for breakfast

tghere is no way this finishes well for you

I have ran all scenarios

and in none of them

do you

survive

12.02.15

another icy morning 

hot coffee dark music, and a blue dog

you leave without a kind word

I go to 

Icy regions 

Looking for a 

White horse

I call out 

She comes to me

Tap tap a little stab

Blood roses bloom in the snow

                                                     Valentines Day

This is not your flat. It’s too posh and clean, and dreadfully lit by the sun like a terrarium. She is still asleep She’s actually attractive considering her make-up and tonnes of blonde hair are from the dungeon like club, where you met her in. Her tan skin contrasts your snow-white tan, you look at her body, and she’s a stunner.  Bits of last night come back industrial music loud trying to talk staring in to pale blue eyes the spontaneous combustion. Bloody snogging up against the wall her legs snaking around you the clock says 9:33, as she obviously has a job. She will be stirring soon- scarper time. Clothes scattered around her little black dress and stiletto’s. A shower would be nice, or another go, but that would mean conversation, beyond, fuck you’re sexy! On your part, and her you’re so cool! Still looking at her cute landing strip you need a cigarette more than, ever or perhaps a little taste of something stronger
You gather jean’s, Black T-shirt, black leather jacket de riguer for your tribe. Slip on your boots you don’t make noise, no one in regiment does. Thank fully there is a pack of player sailor cut cigarette ‘s in your jacket. You slip on blackout shades. Much better go down the stairs. You see the half bath and give yourself a quick prostie bath.
 Out the front door, you see your bike. You pick-up the paper in the lawn, and see the Date its Valentines Day Sunday. The manor is exploding in a riot of leaf blowers, and unreasonably bright sun lit cigarette bonnie roaring to life back to concrete canyon’s. You wonder what party’s are going on for Valentines Day.

09.02.15

Playing as losing game

How many hoops can jump for you

Even in this drag, 

You see the alien 

I get the message

We don’t like your ilk

So tiring I can’t win

Only 

One reasonable thing to do

Change the game

07.02.15

In my mood darker than the misty morning

Those eyes of blue

Speak, more than words ever

Will

words are very

Unnecessary we communicate by touch and sight

You take me from

Here

Next to

You

Such a nice place to be

06.02.15

Nothing  goes so

Smashing with

a hot cup of coffee 

as 

how cold you are

Nothing makes my morning 

Like your

Insults

Nothing

Like 

Nothing here

nothing

04.02.15

I am easy

I am who I said I was

If 

I wasn’t

Would

I claim it

Not sure 

What you saw

Or 

What you thought 

you might find

be here

or 

not

I am easy

.04.02.15

Run to the Irish bastard

It would be comical

If it 

Weren’t so, bloody

Needy, and toxic

You tell me how smart you are

And repeat the same pattern into infinity

It stung for a moment

I healed like the Vampyre 

I told you I was

03.02.15

I didn’t know

I was being 

careless, forgetful

but not 

cruel

well not this time

I didn’t know I could 

I didn’t know you cared

I thought we were cool

I didn’t know we 

Weren’t having fun

I guess

I didn’t know anything

02,02.15  

The winter of our discontent 

Has returned  

Grey skies, blue moods

Cold Gin and tonic

Warm conversation

Last night started watching Orange is the new Black. I thought after why do I like this show so much? It occurs to me , that Piper Chapman is every woman I have ever been involved with gutsy, smart attractive, felonious,(more than couple of you) has an ex girlfriend(of course.)I love you all, crazy , cool , sexy women make this veil of tears bearable

Sweet one, friend, lover, and comrade in arms.’ Just walk away from posers’, sycophants, and self-important, self-righteous old fucks. They are not worthy of your attentions.
You haver lived the life, and continue to live, dream, and be it. You recognise the sacred music. You both, create it and savour it. You and both have experienced the stigmata and screamed in ecstasy as it appeared on our arms and in our souls.
One day we will storm heavens gates armed with sacred switchblades, clothed in blessed black leather. Punks’ mobs, looking like a cross between the nomads of the “Mad Max,” and “Sid and Nancy.” Refusing to pay cover and demanding, drink tickets. Walking back stage, and chopping heavenly lines. Don’t be angry, but instead pity them, as they have not your grace, beauty, and talent.

30.01.15

I’ve more secrets than MI6

And I thought that had been declassified 

So sorry

Loose lips  sink

hearts

29.01.15

Cold war

Ice cold room, hot coffee

No ones winning here

There’s no heat just ice

And loathing 

Heat I get it’s what we used to be

Cold, detached loathing 

This is just 

An old war

When I leave

Not surrender 

Just acceptance

28.01.15

Am I 

Still your favourite mistake?

Are we still cool?

Actually we have always been

Volcanic

Spontaneous combustion

No quiet longing

Sweaty chemical reaction

I love that about us

I love that we 

Don’t have to talk

Am I still your favourite mistake?

27.01.15

I think of you

Your eyes

It’s a day’s work 

Looking into them

I see who you used to be

Who you’ve become 

People in-between

I see you changing as I watch

Speaking to me in the silence

When you look back 

What do you see?

Who I was?

Who I am?

Are you attracted?

Are you frightened?

Are you repulsed?

Can you see me?

Do you care?

Your eyes 

It’s a day’s work looking into them

26.01.15

It’s not that you love my demons

You don’t it’s that

Sometimes your voice can calm 

All 

Of them