Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
John Jack Jun 2018
I've got pots out my back door, pots and pots and pots and some of *** out my back door, I smoke a lot of *** out my back door, smoke *** and putt into pots out my back door, can be such a cluts smoking *** breaking pots putting into pots out my back door, pots on pots on pots, lots of thoughts out my back door. Thoughts of a lot more pots to putt and grow *** out my back door. I live in a flat six floors up with no balcony,      out my back door.
John Jack Jun 2018
Rise,
be not ready
for the horizon,
regretful men
die on.

Stand, and don't
fear future
endevours, sirs.
Revel in rest,
come again,
test the waters.

Again
and again.
John Jack Jun 2018
No brolly
and all that keeps coming
is the rain
standing on the tracks
and begging for the train

life and love has failed
to render my heart
started
to hell with
the dear departed
John Jack Jun 2018
Sunk and missing

On an alcoholics mission

To get dry and stay oot the sky

For the time being, just being

To see tomorrow, and the day after that

And the one after that as well

One more day on earth is one less in hell

Swap pints of straight ***** for a kettle

Heavy metal for Elvis

Long walks in the park

Instead of the pub shaking my pelvis

Here's to eating vegtables, and being boring

Pausing the tele

And looking out the window when its snowing

What a mission.
John Jack Jun 2018
i
I wish to disappear
like the death of a town.




ii

Let me step in
your colourful garden
I will not harm them
try to blend
like a friend

Be part of some picturesque
perfect chosen moment--
The light plucked out stolen
your roses stiff and frozen

Tulips die by the dosen
without the touching
of a petal
a crumbling reverie
In spreading darkness

Tones drone out
a broke, worn
poisoned chest
flowers inhaling to death

You see
do you see
there is nothing left...
John Jack Jun 2018
At this time
I cannot lift head
off pillow
eyes
don't budge

Bed crutch
In love
out
loud
In dreams

The peace
I find
It seems

.
In
dreams.
John Jack Jun 2018
bought her water
and chocolate
little ritual

wrote initials
and love hearts
in old school jotters

her mother taught her
truck on forward farthest
a companion in a tardis

chasing star dust
as a star.
Next page