On a beat back street In a dirt cheap Glasgow room, Where the sunlight glow Fights through an unwilling window Of stained-glass stained With *****, beer and the cheapest wine Like a film to dim the shine Into a glimmering East-end gloom.
At 2 a.m. With sweaty hands and soaring head, It hadn’t happened,
At 6 a.m. With desert hands and pounding head, We think it happened,
Sally swears that Harry kissed Mary, Who had been leading on Larry, Who was torn between Mary and his girlfriend, Jane. Opinions flew in a flurry And tensions built in a hurry “It’s such a worry” she said. “Such a scandal and worry; You go through life And life goes through you. Don’t you think? No? What do you think?”
I think we are all slouching With both feet in the grave, Too rotten for the worms.
At 10 a.m. With empty hands and nothing head, It happened.
We step through the hole in the door, Staggering beneath a sickening sun As it sheds its yellow skin Over a canvas of modest graffiti And a bin spilled over By a beggar from Tahiti. A man asks his lover where they’re going And with both hands On her phone, she said “You can fill me, But you’ll never complete me. One day you will leave me… Or maybe even delete me.”
Round the corner, With both windows broken, The first bar we find is already open. We raise our glasses - A drink to start the day Or continue the one we started The day before yesterday.
*********** 2 a.m. … What hands and what head? It never happened. We are one day older And nothing will ever happen.
She's there, slouching slightly, tall and lean, her eyes like lapis Who can't fall in love with her? I feel like it's impossible Her short hair dyed like an ocean in the moonlight, her sparkling smile Her light voice and her face dappled with small freckles
She can't see it, but she's absolutely beautiful Literally everything about her, she's amazing She's the best person in the world, she's perfect I could describe her endlessly
She feels like dying everyday and it physically hurts me No one that nice or beautiful should feel like that Why would someone so perfect want to end her own life? How did she come to hate herself this way?
We were equally matched Until a plan was hatched You became the subtle aggressor By making appearances lesser Using your passion aggression To steer a passive direction
You perform a vanishing act By canvassing flak Balancing black Against a sky so blue Teaching me that which is true Is different from what I knew So my anxiety naturally grew
You launch a resistance By remaining silent On this plane of existence Where you're the pilot Not taking the right angle Into the Bermuda Triangle That is your social sphere Where you disappear From committal fear Of love being near
So I throw a search party But your presence is tardy Because you're departing On the journey you're starting Without me Slouching From my submission To your anti-admission Splitting our position Like nuclear fission
The air has become radioactive Through light that is refractive Through ways which are retractive Living this **** way to live Sharpening my shiv To escape this cell of decay Where flowers bloom and fray But can't see the light of day Not one ray
Stuck in the marked moor Of this dark war I use parkour To avoid aggressor attacks Never cutting me any slack Bringing pain back Until I *****
Lost in your blank expression I make a grave concession Enslaved to your impression Yet afraid of your aggression Caught between Taking heed And fulfilling needs Born from greed I'll only impede
You scream aggressively Like you're ******* me Just by addressing me After making a mess of me With deafening quiet You attack with a diet Of a steady riot And I won't buy it
You left when you were here But stayed once you weren't near You switched to a guillotine gear Based on how you wanted to appear Striking me from the equation By utilizing deflation For a sinister elation You removed our relation
Move like thickened molasses I slip step by step 'cross the thinned ice Testing for the cracks Gaping holes that lead To my icy end This slouching snail'd pace Comes from past life My bones still chilled From former submersion