You made yourself peanut butter on toast
While she sat on the garden bench crying,
And started laughing to yourself.
Told yourself, “It’s okay, just an
Your posters plastered upon the walls —
That look, so bold —
It’s like you know the secrets of the universe,
And yet so young —
You live the lives without the consequences —
You’re anybody’s dream;
Dorian, I fall at your feet;
Your fire will never die,
‘Nor your image ever fade.
From my forthcoming poetry collection, Autodestructsuperstar.
My knees feel tight,
My brain inflamed,
As though it’s been rubbed in gritty sand.
My eyes are dry;
My palms are wet.
The weather seems unseasonably hot.
And though I feel crap,
I am floating,
Only attached to myself by a thread.
It wouldn’t take much
To see me leaving,
And maybe I’d never come back.
The strangers around
Are so many faces
And I don’t give a damn.
All I can think of,
Over and over,
Is a stupid song trapped in my head.
A shadow falls across my mind,
So I plunge headlong into Lethe.
The shadow fades, ‘til rendered white,
It blends into the wall of consciousness.