Three In The Afternoon

Wanderlust dusting over

   Shadowed afternoons,

   Wined musicians walking

   Down avenues dusted in moons.

Stars of ancient alien

   Cosmonauts living loving

   Fucking fighting flying over

   The atmosphere seeing

Lifetimes passing down

   Moon dusted caravans

   Caked in vomit and hope,

   Whilst wined musicians

Stroll down dusty boulevards,

   Wind blowing like sin,

   Looking for musical shards

   That one perfect melody to take

Them well into heaven and return

   Them unscathed unshaved

   Uninhibited and learn

   The music of ancient dusted moons.

Learn the perfect melody

   Whilst living an unperfect life
Loving unperfect personality;

   Loving the unperfect personality.

10/9/14

The thought of you
    Leaving hits me from
    Time to time
An unspectacular disaster
    Walking out of the
    Ether of what used
    To be my life forever.
A thunderous absence; hole
    In my heart.
Echoes in my mind to
    This day your
Questioning footsteps wander
    In and out of the void
    Where I held my love
    For you
Replaced by shame & guilt
    & love & hatred hatred hatred
Of myself.

          Your silence stole
          My voice from me.

She Wore The Road

She wore the road
    On her little finger
Aimless and pointing
    Whichever way the
Wind was blowing.
    She saw the sun
In her hair,
    The light played in
Strands across the hills.
    She felt the stars
In her arms, drawing
    Boarders for the sole
Purpose of crossing.
    She heard me
At her door
    Writing her a letter
She'd never want to read.    
    She smelt coal
In the alcove behind
    Her apartment
Cooking her heart
    Inside her ribs
To a charred eternity.