On a cold hillside bathed in white
I stood and thought
About how much you would have loved
The moon tonight

It hung brazen and bright
Like a saucer of milk
And the farther off stars
Could only scream their light

We'd lie down and stare
Heedless of the cold and wet
Holding hands, we'd squeeze
To show how much we care

I'm sitting here on the couch
Mug in hand, spliff in mouth
And I think to myself,
"things are good".

Things aren't great,
but things aren't bad.
There is no real reason
Why I should be sad.

Though I haven't a penny,
Nickle or dime
I have a roof and a cat
Who's getting a touch fat
So why the hell am I crying?

I have a passion, a drive
That's been left unfulfilled
And I want to, so badly
Be thrilled.

To sit here and stagnate
To 'moss' if you like
Leaves me wanting
To scream
I don't, I'm polite.

My neighbours are people
With problems like me
From doubting their life
To forgetting the key.

So I'll be quiet
And I'll not make a sound
I'll watch a funny video
And I'll eventually come 'round.

Though, the future scares me
It brings many things:
From ups to downs,
Smiles to frowns,
From terrifying clowns,
To nights out on the town,
And hopefully, plenty of *****
That are gorgeously round.

So I've got to rally
Be in good form
They say it gets better
Or it is always wetter
Before the eye of the storm.

A long trailer
In a sombre forest
Two young boys creep
Through a long corridor

One blond and fair
The other is sometimes mistaken
For an immigrant from India

The floor is sticky and smells
From spilt pink lemondae

****** Doo cries out from the TV
"Jeepers Creepers it's the Creeper!"
The two boys watch wide eyed
******'s antics and Shaggy's
Immense appetite

They giggle and scream
In delight
As a ghostly axe misses ******
By a hair

The movie is over and it's time to go
It's dark out, scarily dark
They laugh nervously
But jump into the large truck

Both clad in the trappings
Of young explorers:
***** sweat pants
T shirts with wolves
Hair bleached by the sun
Skin dark and freckled
Finger nails ***** from building forts
And muddy shoes from testing
If river banks are as solid as they look.

"You came," her voice floated in the white
"Of course I came," I knew she was behind me
But I couldn't turn, only feel her hair touching my back
"It's a good sign." Her voice was a million echoing silver bells
"I guess I've started to realize..."
Her fingertips brushed my palm, light as wind.
"I have realized that it wasn't my fault"
"I told you it was a good sign"
In the corner of my eye, I saw strands of her hair, fluttering
"I miss you." I wanted see her, see her smile, white teeth and dimple
"I miss you too," her silver bell voice rung out sadly
"I can never forgive myself," my voice shook, my eyes burned
"Don't say that, it's not true"
Flowers underneath us were red, yellow and sky blue
"I should have been there, I should have always been with you"
My every atom ached for her, to turn and see her
I could remember the smell of waking up beside her
Starting my day with a wonder by my side
"Forgive yourself please, for me"
A flower was slipped into my hand, it was yellow
I turned and I saw her, she wore the garb of an angel
She smiled before she disappeared
Leaving me crying in the red, yellow and sky blue.

You’ve got to stop beating yourself up
She says, but I am not really listening
You can do what ever you want if you put your mind to it
Isn’t she aware that her long black hair looks better *******
Are you even listening to me?
No
******* it, I’m trying to help
Couldn't she see I didn't want it
Why won’t you let me help you?
Can we talk about this later?
No, you’ve got to snap out of this
She's beautiful when she worries
Okay, okay.
But really, you...
Sorry to interrupt but would you mind being quiet
She gives me that look, the one that is becoming all too familiar
Why are you pushing me away?
I’m not pushing you, I’m asking for silence
She turns away, to hide her tears I guess
All right go ahead and cry again
You’re a ******* ***** you know that
I’m aware
She turned and walked away
I waited for her to look back
But she didn’t
God she looked good

I take a drag of my cigarette
It burn’s meteor red
The inky smoke washes my mouth
I exhale the cloud into the cloudless sky
“You need to stop smoking”
“I have”
“What are you doing now?”
“This is my last one”
She rolls her eyes and spits
“You need to stop spitting”
“I can have a bad habit”
“But it’s illegal, smoking isn’t”
“What? Spitting isn’t illegal”
“Unfortunately it is, I may just have to perform a citizen’s arrest”
As I laugh, she mumbles something
“What was that my love?”
“I said you’re a *******”
I blow out another cloud, and smile
My foot ends the last bit of angry red
“There, I quit”
She spits