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What am I doing

Lying in my bed at night?

Thinking just of you.

 

What am I doing

Lying in my bed at night?

Mind wrapped around you.

 

What are you doing

Lying in your bed at night.

Do you know of me?

 

What are you doing

Lying in your bed tonight.

Did you notice me?

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Confession

As I ran my fingers through your greasy hair

And caressed your freezing thigh with my blistered hand,

I looked into your bloodshot eyes

And felt your chapped lips on my stubbled chin.

As the covers slipped off us

And onto the stained floor,

You looked back at me,

And our eyes met in an awkward embrace.

It was then – in that fleeting moment –

That I realised,

Well,

Nothing at all.

Because we were both fucking mortal

And it was 2am.

Cigarettes

Today

(like everyday)

I took

the scythe

and placed it between

my lips.

 

I looked away

from my reflection

and turned to see

the Reaper

with his hand aloft

and his blade gone.

 

I smiled.

 

I took the blade

back from my mouth

and returned it

to its rightful owner.

 

How I long for that blade between my teeth,

the power of life and death

just a movement away.

Better Off

I’ll be better off without you.

You

and your offhand retorts

and snide remarks

and your bitching

and your needless enraging ripostes.

Yes. I’ll be better off without you.

You

and your charming smile

and unquestioned style,

and your wanting thighs

and beguiling eyes.

I’ll be better off

without you…

An Unfitting Sonnet

To my Laura I do write this poem

to express all my deepest love for her;

there is – in my mind – no sense of hokum,

although our love may now seem a blur.

Oh dear Laura I must let her know

of how very strongly I do feel –

just as smoothly as this poem does flow

I will bend on knee and start to kneel.

Apologies that I leave her no bed,

nor send men off to war in her good name;

and though for her nobody is now dead,

there sure is still one love for her to claim.

And though I love her so very dearly

I can still only so very nearly

Write a fourteen line sonnet for Laura.