I  am not sure if you are Good or Bad,
I am not sure if I want to find out,
I know your name,your style, your taste,
But, I don't know what makes you tick,
Makes you smile,
Makes you cry.

There is a story here, one I am not being told
Waiting on you to unwithhold,
This vague cold uncertainty
Of my not knowing what you want,
Tell me what you need, and all
Your ***** little secrets and all
Your little ***** desires,
Addictions, addictions.

I stand lost, astray in your winter gaze,
Like nostalgia for years and years past,
If your looks could ****,
Your words would do much worse,
Give me your best,
Your worst,
Along with
Everything else,
And nothing more,
Or nothing less.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Dancing on the drink stained tables
Because there's no more room
Out on the crowded flimsy floor,
That is uneven and *****,
Drinks are spilled, then replaced
And smoke lingers in the air,
But what does it matter anyway?
There's music filling the old room,
Music that's frightening to the old,
But still too much for the young.
In here,there is no snowstorm,
In here, God is alive and it's 1955.
The fiddles don't sing, they howl.
The storytellers don't speak, they rave.
A hiding place to wish away anything.

-Jamie F. Nugent

I Cannot Comprehend
You feeling the bitter
Need to Mess with my head
With little expressions
Like 'I Miss You',
Maybe you should
Pled Guilty instead,
Darling it comes as
No surprise, that I
Despise these lies that you
Tell yourself and your friend,
To try and make the
Means justify the End,
It was not that you
Went and came, it's just
This Self Righteous mind-game
That you play,
So take your Uncontrollable aim
For William Tell,
Bow in hand,
Final Fare Thy Well, as you
You place the apple
On my head and try to
Rid of Mistakes you Made,
But Nothing will taste Sweeter
And Nothing will look Neater,
Just a mountain of the
Finest Rotten Fruits
Pulled from ****** stalk
And Lifeless Root,
This Skinny Love was just a
Labour of Lust,
That was sooner than later
Bound to Lurch, Burst and Bust,
This Faltering Ripple of Neglect,
If our ship was once afloat,
It is now most certainly Wracked.

- Jamie F. Nugent

Our anxious eyes fade,blue and calm
As I attentively close the door in our wake
You glow in darkness,
Smouldering inferno,
Eternal vertigo,
Holding a kiss until the cramping muscles
In our lips overpower and subdue us both,
Bite my heart,
Gnaw on my soul,
As I Shakespeareanly
Nail down your hands and
Pin your wrists,
Triumphant Crucifixion,
Your instant flushing cheeks,
Blushing with blood,
Brooding with ardour,
Warmth, warmth, warmth.

Jamie F. Nugent

When this Bonnie Parker
And Clyde Chestnut Barrow romance
Had its shootouts,
We'd run for cover,
I was the gunman and
You, the getaway driver.

We'd drive until the sun had set
(If the gas haven't run out first)

The next day,
The next town,
A different time,
A different place,

My same sweet Bonnie.

-Jamie F. Nugent

I tried to work out the back of your mind,
Through a microscope eyepiece,
But just ended up gazing through a kaleidoscope,
I wanted to feel your skeletal notches, &
I wanted the scent of your perfume in my lungs, &
To look into your eyes;
Dilating in a summer sun.

-Jamie F. Nugent

She boarded the train,
Slowly sitting down in
The seat to my front left.

It was late and
The carriage was bare,
With sleepy passengers
On the night-train,
The near-naked-train.

A few quick glimpses -
Scared she'd see -
I went to retrieve my bag
The other end of the carrige,
On my way down the narrow isle,
More so as to pass her,
Then get my luggage.

I caught her side-profile,
Perfect as a silhouette
Inside a heart-shaped locket.

Her chestnut hair fell down to
Her chest but there it stopped
To smell of hazelnut chocolate.

The beginning of a crack in
Her spectacle lenses and
How her teeth slight showed,
Even her flaws were perfection.

-Jamie F. Nugent