"I wish I had a cigarette."
The man as he looked down
at his half empty glass of whiskey
at the bar in Paisley Town

Little did he know what that dear
cigarette was bound to be
In the form of a strawberry blonde
no older than twenty-three

- J.S.

all of those nights you would beckon
me to your side and force me
into things I only saw happening
in my worst nightmares

your cooing
your touching
the hatred that would flame
from my eyes because I knew

this was your game
and you only used
used me for attention
it broke me down

and I won't be broken again
I won't allow it
now that you're gone
gone from my life

the mistake was to let you in
let you corrupt me
and hurt me
but now I sent you away

and you're gone
gone from my memories
gone from my life
gone

- J.S.

we can waste our belittled minds

not so much together

but at the same time

in the same hopeless reality

- J.S.