The Skeptic

My eyes were open, a circuit board of fuses
With a hot-wired heart.
You –
An uncontrollable jerk through every frayed nerve ending
split by the appetites of hungry hamsters.
A computer whirs in the back of my head,
It pulsates with nervous tension and denies a password
I thought I knew.

Mechanical animals leap towards the kill;
a stuttering foot smokes at the toe.
Images; red, green, blue flash along an army of retinas.
They rest upon a twisted version of you.

I’m paralysed – soldered to a seat of pink plastic.
My iron lung spasms; then collapses under the pressure.

An unknown command, the question mark is thrusting;
up and down, up and down.
A finger – so unlike the rest – traces the keys
looking for the right words to feel.
Stare long enough and it may fold like poker players
during nuclear war.

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I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy...

The Strand

Breath grazes the edge of her skin

and pulls so gently inwards.

Prays,

no,no,no.

Last forever.

A clock ticks towards the end,

unforgiving to the lost minutes.

Prays,

no,no,no.

Last forever.

I went crazy searching between faces

and hands.

Numbers don't tell the story

half as well as pain.

Still I pray,

no,no,no.

Last forever.

Not sure about this. Feedback, anyone?

Sorrow and fear is the same thing in a shot glass.

All I ever asked was for the bile to be withdrawn,

the wind to change and throw it back into your mottled face.

All I ever wished for was the door to close,

So you could laugh upon your empire of bottles.

Empty.

Brain dead from the lie my eyelids are full of ash

that blows from every cigarette tale and lunatic word.

I tell you to “hush” as gentle as the rain before a hurricane,

but all you do is laugh, throw your head back

And drown.

She can’t bring herself to glimpse at her reflection, in fear of

(Hating?)

loathing what she sees.

It’s all a matter of waiting,

waiting for themto rip out a yellowed liver and say,

"This one was destined to be trapped,

trapped in the empty recesses of a broken shot glass.”