A small fire

No warmth for me as I hold you

Thinking of him.

You lie,

I lay.

Only the patch of damp

Where our loins started

A small fire

Even indicates that we loved.

Never expecting to have you whole

I had you all for a moment in time.

We will both arise,

More dead than alive,

Than when

We lit

A small fire.

The Person Opposite on the Train

You know we'll wed

And live 'til we're dead

Because you caught my eye

On the 16.42 from Vauxhall.

You know that one day

We'll tell our friends about me

Just making it through a closing door

To the carriage,

Where you'd been waiting

For me,

All of your life.

Each night we will thank

The 8.3% of South West Trains that are delayed,

Then cuddle.

Except I didn't get through

The closing doors

Because as I ran up the stairs,

Towards you

My love

Who I never knew,

My wife called.

It is not a lack of gloves making me cold

Where our hands once clasped
Our hopes

Chilblains fester.
Shooting, slice of pain
Brought by wind,
Reminds me

What I gave away.
No children bore
From bedroom.
You whore.
You ran.
Cigarette burns

Your spine.
My name, carved,

None see.

I lament the day
I left my gloves on the bus.

I Found the Bones of Christ at the Bottom of the Garden

He danced to my heathen tune,

Eyes pleading for the pity

Not forthcoming.

No son of god shall persuade me

To lay down my guitar.

My single act of

Tedious rebellion.

For fun, for shits, for giggles

Now makes my deity tap.

To me

A mans skeletal form

Dug up from beneath a mulberry bush                                                      

Is no more immune to mockery

Than I.

When I lay

Face down in a puddle

Footprint on my back

As I walk home from school.

Revolution From Within

I touch myself until I am through.

I am a crazy Northern Star.

Where is the pride from the new boy in town?

I am just a Northern Star.

I stamp your streets with diseases from home

Honour, integrity, ambition.

Stick to my mind

Or reflect yours?

As I waver

People think I am still a Northern Star.

A breath of poison

But people don't know

How close I am

To saying yes.

To giving up.

Am I still a Northern Star?

A Lost String Depletes More Than a Violin

Basic frivolity can shatter a heart

That is why I am cold.

No wish,

To risk,

That heart

Of mine,

On a broken violin string.

You tell me it won't break up our act

A charade that's lasted to long.

How can all our tomorrows be smashed

On one brittle, tort, broken violin string?

               

I'll just twiddle my thumbs and see if you mend

My broken violin string.

With hands of a goddess, tell me,

Have I lost more

Than a  

Single

Violin

String.

The Beginning of Day

She began, on a whim, to talk out loud;

She echoed my thoughts of tomorrow

We'll kiss and talk and never be seen.

The guise, I thought, our love.

This was after all, beginning of the day

So I'd have to wait for my great escape.

I don't know why, but I love you.

I don't know why, but I do.

She heard me crack, my voice all torn.

As I lent to kiss her goodbye.

Nothing would bring me back to this place.

I knew as she spoke out loud.