My father told me
"poetry is timeless,
a poem written today
will have as much meaning
as it it does right now
in a hundred years time"
I think he's right
I will look back on my poems
in years to come
and feel everything I did
all over again

On the ground of this
Forever changing world
I plant my feet firmly
Watching life pass me by
With a heart of bark and
Thick sap tears, I wither
This acid rain can't sustain me

It is in the darkness,
the rain and sadness,
the heartbreak and madness
that I will grow the wings
I need to fly on the little things
that used to hold me down
I've got my life to live
with or without you, ****!
and it aches like ****, oh my ****!
"I wish you were here"
sounds nice doesn't it?
like a nice postcard
from a holiday gift shop
ah, memories, so sweet
pretty little things aren't they?

An absence of her presence
always leaves me feeling less
Companionless, friendless,
loveless and defenceless
Much, much, less than me

I am your soon to be
ex-con
so maybe we should get this
*** on
I'm mentally ill,
I think
but I'll ******* good!
I will sink
into your flesh
like a starved dog
since you will arrive
a saucy little minx,
a feisty platter,
a sultry dish
but surely leave
an unsatisfied,
unfortunate
and inconsolable mess
I suppose my fate
will upset you

unprepared
for what's to come
I will run
straight in to the arms
of the law
after all,
this world isn't mine anymore
and
it would be unseemly
to stay
when I'm looking at
a whole world of hurt
and a hefty price to pay
besides,
modern-day freedom
is an illusion
and
I'm bored of *** anyway

We'll call it room nine.
That's it, you'll find me.
I have faith even now.
If they don't understand
then just ask at the desk
for the guy with a fading
light in his eyes.
You can't miss me.