John

Of late you seem distant.
Only by the night do you live.
Flashing buttons and blinding lights,
It controls you.
You speak, I listen
With intent, your spoken words
They drench the air.
Don't let the fire inside you burn out,
For it is you that will one day rule the world.

I could use someone like you

Drunk girls, men with suitcases and travelers from faraway shores, they came and went. But I still sat there, waiting.
Purple, then a delayed yellow,
but no pink.
A girl, with the will to impress her friends,
attempted to balance an empty bottle of water on her nose.
A passer by took a photo. The girl stumbled.
Another yellow, a purple, but still no pink.

I sat waiting, for a train that would never arrive.

Apartment Story

I saw a man today. He stood on the balcony of his 11th floor council flat, finding solace in the only guaranteed beauty. He watched the sun set behind Hexthorpe. I found comfort in his solace as he found beauty in the world.

Get the knives, it's nearly ready

As you lay there, motionless
I'm wondering if you're sleeping
Or thinking about how much you wished you loved me.