Black sludge streams down your wall
Windows are shattered, masking tape
More blonde hair and blue eyes
Medication in pale skin
Drift nowhere in empty silence
Cover every track
A professional
Smokescreen via cigarette

She read me a poem
On her bed
We kept our clothes
But I was sure
We had made love

Pitiful Punks
Pustules on Perfect

I want to live in a garden
And sleep in a hammock
A silent observer in my little ecosystem
Spiders will take care of mosquitoes
As I drink myself into a stupor
Communing with the birds

I will pass peacefully
My garden will consume me
The remains will feed my favourite tree

I want to be a garden.