Strung up by new beginnings,
I am well known for being nowhere at all,
disappearing through drunken intervals,
no taste on her tongue,
but she memorises
my self-indulgent drawl.
I have found a knack for solitude,
craving fame in the eye-line of no one.
I am well known for my melancholic air,
my toxic love; fettered philosophies
and the snare of my postures-
my fatherless past.

I am well known for beating myself
to the rhythm of the Blues;
old country songs sung for the new,
love found in the words
of a loveless life-
the first cut of the summer,
the last drink of the night.
Strung up by old affections,
I am well known for falling apart;
disappearing into a haze of silence,
then falling victim once more
to stolen words and bad art.