Through the amber forest,
The untempered glass,
The souls reflection shines.
Influential darkness,
Uncensored light,
Fallen sun bringeth,
Never ending night.

Through the tortured lens,
On a blank face,
Shattered soul comes forth,
Covered by fractured smiles,
And exhausted energy.

My mates
have all got rings
on their fingers
& stilettos
on their toes

I've always
got flats on
& my finger
is bare

which means
I can walk
away
my solitude

& all but three
of my mates have babies
crying their nights
away

but I have
the sleepless night
for writing poetry
& dancing

My mates
never call me
because
they're all loved up

I'm not complaining
but if you yell out Allen Ginsberg
sober & quote Dylan Thomas
when drunk & don't want to have babies

& don't mind flat shoes
& don't see love in a piece of rock
& don't want this to change
& want your nights for poetry

then you're the man for me
How about a beer?
I want to be single
together with you

Eyes gaze wearily across the horizon
Tired and burdened by what they have seen
Cold sun creeps across the wilderness
Ancient ruins torn from their foundations

Walking slowly down an endless hallway
A thousand eyes turn and stare
For all my strength and will, my only creation
Towers above me, a monument to despair

In a colourless room, walls are closing in
Constricting and tightening, every day
Can't escape, this is all I know now
Can't escape, nowhere else to go now

Place your hand upon my chest.
It reminds me how it feels when it's mended.
Then use it to cradle your head while you rest.
The worst of it, like the day, has ended.