It’s all a rush.
Never a hush
inside your head,
just white noise
instead.
Scroll the news
feeds,
planting jealous seeds,
want it all but
you own nothing
at all,
through
eyes that don’t see
watch reality tv,
know your god
is dead.
Hear white noise
instead.
world
When eyes play tricks
On a lone black bag
on busy bridge,
a white sticker.
‘Police aware’
The night is dark.
On a lone black bag
on busy bridge,
a white sticker.
‘Please beware’
Thursday 6.42am
Stones, grey gravel
Match a granite sky.
Morning is quiet today,
Not quite awake.
You are breathing
In out in,
Watching the heavens
For a patch of blue.
Chasing hope,
That a single colour
Can light this
Leaden world.
On the 19.13 Eurostar, Paris to London
Quote marks fly,
Citations drop fast,
A barrage of intellect
Shot from the lips.
You’re debating
Mindfulness,
Existentialism,
The world with
It’s problems.
I nurse my
Hangover next to you,
Quietly trying
To stop my
Tiny little world
Spinning too fast for
Me to cling to.
Too much to see
Amber and otherworldly,
The man on the moon couldn’t
Get comfortable in your eyes.
Too many flecks, specks,
Planets colliding.
I’d gaze at you forever,
But I’m scared you’ll look to deep.