Breeze dances me around
caressing, it takes me.

Farther, yet come.
But it's whistling is strong

That young man's croon
where played pain away.

Why don't I stray then?
flew into the farther...
...November.

Nights breath,
wrap me all around your haze.
Lacking of light,
evening voice, sobbing.

Song of a siren stranded on a million stars,
tear me up,
bruise up my mind with the rustling wind of your laughter,
conspiring and swarming from yesteryear.

Silence manifestation,
may your voice enslave me,
burst of sensations and halfway felt sentiment.

Invigorating tonic that emerges on my skin by your lips virtue.

Life is a gift, both, over friendly and unwanted.
How could it not be?
Outcome of supposed love,
nothing more than selfishness
hidden behind a mask.

Seagulls on the beach
along them chanting, I exist.
A mountain overlap on slaying deranged.

Mind-blown,
portrait of yore.
Sweet Belfast;
Antique,
unique,
ambiguous,
get obscene, now!

Oh, she’s a killer
A knife-shaped *****
She’ll rip through your guts
In the rain-stained
Metro station
Down-town east-end
Blood spills on the bathroom floor
And she just smiles
Beautiful
And familiar
Walking along
Coffee in hand
Going to work
When she hits you fast
Black arrow to the eye-brow without warning
Stamped in the carpet
Cigarette-**** burned and bruised
And just when you thought you could be ok
**** you, Nostalgia!
You know just how to play me
Just where to slice me
All the right words
At all the wrong times
I’m a sucker for your curved blade
I wear your scars and curse your name
Nostalgia
**** me quietly
I am always, only, ever yours.