little girl
you are the paralyser
one look from you
and dreams fall
to the ground

old woman
abbreviated version
look inward
that’s it


don’t you have days
when you just wanna say fuck it
or whatever your personal equivalent
of that is?

don’t you sit down of an evening
and stare at the wall
or the tv, or whatever is right in front
of you?

don’t you have mornings
when even coffee can’t get you going
or allow you to smile at the stuff
you’re supposed to?

don’t you hate people
who are cheerful no matter what?
don’t you think that maybe they’re just lying
through their sickeningly happy teeth?

don’t you just…
oh fuck it.


when i cant be bothered
to capitalize or apostrophize
i just wantwish
to be curled up on the couch
in your arms once again
going down
for hours
to sleep beside your faithful snores
your heat
and to wake to the pulsing
of the alarm
out the 69s
and 70s
and then
youre gone once again
leaving behind your scent
and me
without as much as an apostrophe
or a care to pinky a shift