falling out of love

i feel as though

your heart has picked up its shoes

put on a coat

and walked out the door

left ajar, just so -

i can see its silhouette

in the distance

fading away

i can feel its beat

soften

me at my first ever poetry reading an old school favourite of mine

straight from paintin some gaffs

(video and introduction to poetry outside the bedroom by my lovely friend n wonderful poet Jordan @jordankylemorley)

long lane

i am grieving in silence
like a single rose in a glass
on a windowsill
wilting
each petal falls unnoticed

a once warm mug of tea
left to go cold
and develop a skin on top

like the least favourite pack of crisps
in the multipack
i am all thats left
and i am the only flavour of my kind

like your old nokia 3310
left in the drawer
in the wake of a new era
designed to help us all grieve
together
in public

like your kitchen table
endlessly round and probably clean now
empty without you
fag in hand
grieving
at the top of your voice

like the last weekday northern line
moving endlessly, empty
like me
who travels
from clapham north to london bridge, empty
beer in hand
grieving
endlessly

whatsapp with you

i guess he let out his mating call
and you were the only bitch
to reply
shame on you
for acting such a fool

people in glass houses
crave intimate interaction
but they just keep pressing
bodies against the panes
unable to fulfil desire

life has a funny way of
keeping your head on your shoulders
and reminding you that
you aint shit kiddo

english garden #2

they say the grass is always greener

on the other side

well i heard

the grass is always greener

wherever you water it

and the grass will die

if you piss on it too much

i tried to stop pissing on my own grass

years ago

but i guess the thrill

is just too great to ignore

happy quarantine

everythings blooming for spring
the dolphins have returned to the venice canals
you should bloom in quarantine; just a wallflower if not

i could walk from west to east london
if i wanted
im not sure that id come back
tell your god im sorry now
i cancel all that i said;
he aint really a bastard
just a bit slack...

04/2020