Some days the sky hurts more than the rain that falls
from it
Broken pots on hand wheels, smoked cigarette butts in the
gutter
Half sipped bottles of Beam and Cognac on the
floor
I found a lovely ray of sunshine today
Smoking in the half-light of dead buildings
We used to drink here, remember?
On cold December nights when the lights were
waning moon, dim
I grab at mornings slept in
I grasp days unattended
Wasted days like empty bottles
Pour out the rainwater on dried up
plants
Nothing much left to do but
light another
For a while at least..

Dream/wake
dr
  e
   a
    m
wake
suddenly
there's no difference
stand in front of a mirror
stare at your reflection
until nothing
means a thing
repeat your name
are you real?
is this real or
are you
s
  l
   e
    e
     p
       ing
sleeping?
ocean waves of oblivion
crash wash away
coherency
hollow chocolate bunny
mechanical robot toy
"big brother is watching"
Big brother
evil eyes
of microscopes
and lasers
wrap barbed wire around your chest
douse your eyes in chilli sauce
in desperation
to feel something
or anything
failed
sadly
you are
awake.

Nothing can compare
to the smell and feel of an old book.
Hidden away in a old store.
The smell of dust and age
that lays on the pages someone has held before.
the places it has been.
From coffee shop tables
to trains
bedrooms
maybe even a few floors.
More stories to the book than that
of which the words that lay on the page.
Folded corners and other kinds of stains.
No nothing can compare to an old book.
You can keep your ebooks and kindles
thank you very much.
You cannot recommend
what I might find
in that old store.

Awareness, Bashful and Carefree
Depressed and Eager, Freely
Gaining and Hatefully Ignored
Justified and Knotted Love
Mimicking Notorious Outsiders
Patiently Quiet and
Reassuring Silence
Tentatively Unstable
Waiting, Xenophobic
Yearn and Zany
                        **** you, for leaving me to experience
                        the range of alphabetical emotions.

Children often overlook
The things they never searched for,
When ignorance blissfully blinds them
Until the day they are lost,
When reality robs them
And they stumble upon
The treasures of Pandora’s Box;
The things they never searched for.