When the dead drive by Clerks outside office blocks Hold cigarettes behind their backs

why would you allow yourself to get stranded between the land and the water when you could sit quietly in the smoking car drinking the beer someone passes

I held a knobbly stick in my hand not intended for a weapon, a memory in prosetry

‘Pleasure is the absence of pain’ I tell him, and comma-like, his presence comforts me.

If we were to meet in the safety of a dream Where long, silent shadows are still Where the eyes of the world are tightly shut And the thoughts in a shadowy mill Perhaps we could dance,

Indelibly imprinted Right at my heart’s core Is her lovely Name, There forevermore; Like a tattoo It will not disappear But be permanent As long as I am here.

Walking on a tropical beach A young girl saw colours Sparkling in the soft white sand; Intrigued, she knelt down And saw a small, round shell Glitter in the sunlight. Giddy with excitement

He pushes the needle in, In his many punctured skin; He disregards the pain When he finds a purple vein For the agony is the ecstasy, That place is his sort of sanity.