You buy your spirituality from a vending machine outside the Supermarket of Zen where you meditate self-consciously for your Instagram profile The search for inner peace is a constant battle but you are mindful and enlightened; it says so on the tin.
My friend told me That he does voodoo I howled at that Sorry to laugh I said Yes, ok there may be some spooky action Possibly People can experience telepathy Most likely And we’re more perceptive than we know We are You said that But this is a waste of energy. I get it though. … Read More
I remember you At the skating rink You would have been about fourteen I was nine or ten All my friends were older than me It was Thursday nights They used to play whatever the chart dance music was at the time One of those things that tries to be cool for young teens School … Read More
I’m leaning into the deja vu Bass soaked boxes and piss soaked alleys in between where we light cigarettes, take stock, and step back inside and then we dance The room is caught in the beat The lover of my lover gives me a cold stare The lights change hue Briefly, I am blinded I … Read More
Your eyes are full of it You were sixteen Their shapes cast shadows on the stairs Your eyes are full of it Under the influence Under the stars Under the stairs Under a dark cloud Your eyes are full of it Eighteen Another fucking party, kid Every fucking day We drank all the beer and … Read More
Already drunk at half past eight You told me to sit and wait At seventeen I’d seen it all I laughed back when you said you’d call The messages that no-one sends All my friends and these dead ends I’ve seen the truth in just desserts Negotiating my reserves And all the cons I sought … Read More
Afternoons in half-lit roomsDusty sideboards, itchy coatsMincemeat and apostle spoonsAnd being at each others’ throatsThe master of your own demiseYou’ll never get your way back whenSpite and money, plastic liesSuky, take it off againLight the candles, say your prayersHow things used to glow and shineNo-one listens, no-one caresOliver and Valentine Years ago and years awaySmile … Read More
I stared across the room. Before the Brewery was the Brewery, it was LA’s; a dark, dingy nightclub with black walls and a sticky black floor. It got closed down in the end because it was notorious for drugs, fights and never IDing anyone – even if they were obviously about ten. The only way … Read More
Never walk on three Never take third light But I get wasted Every night Doesn’t make much sense But what ever will? Anything for laughs Any dumb cheap thrill