CrescentSpoon

Drunk again for the first time since I was eight. I wonder as I stumble blindly with a headache Why when I ask the bartender for coke He doesn't question if that's a joke. I'm sure he's seen both kinds, Each simultaneously loved and maligned, Just like me now As I drink. I am Drunk.

Some manic fop assaults me with indifference His split-end shield the last line of defence . From behind the shoes his hair laced with intensity From behind the shoes his wit seems so immense . . . . . Some cock-sure girl bombards me with her interest Her social ease that keeps up the suspense . From behind the dress her hair of domesticity From behind the dress her words of future tense . . . . .

SRNDPT on a BMW number plate, Two icons of MDOCRT Parked outside a KFC. The MDLAGE man that gets in And spends his hard earned DOLLAR on a MKTING SCHEME.

All those who feel tired All who won't get out of bed All that they have left All who look divine All who look so smartly dressed All that they have left All who feel resigned All who never get to rest All that they have left All those who look tired All who live inside their head All that they have left All those who feel fine All who always get the best All that they have left All those who look at their lives All that they have left All those who are past their prime All those that regret

That wiry car, broke down in the park where once a drive-in stood and now the wood chips littering the ground to cushion you should you fall down before the wiry car that i never drive because it's not moved for a very long time.

XVI Procrastinating, The work piles up before me And I run away XVII I stayed up all night To watch you sleep, To wake you up From your bad dreams. XVIII Screams from upstairs That I ignore, I'm watching my favourite TV show XIX A girl parked And bumped into an old friend Wearing the same dress - again. XX This cake - my cake This cake - yours This cake - our cake MY CAKE! MY CAKE! MY CAKE!

I waited for an age at the traffic lights, Waiting for the change. I waited so long for the green light And when it finally came I'd wasted my time in the red light, I'd been waiting in the wrong lane.

I have never seen an abattoir and I hope I never will because I know that's where the butchers are. I never want to hear from near or far a cry so cruel then so still. I have never seen an abattoir. I have never sat, relaxed in a bar near a slaughterhouse that makes me so ill because I know that's where the butchers are. I never want to pass by so safe in my car while red blood is calmly spilled. I have never seen an abattoir. I never want to open the scar cut by screams so loud and shrill because I know that's where the butchers are. I won't go to the home of the morning star to see chained animals killed. I have never seen

His uniform like casual rags So loosely worn, Some ill-fitting fad. His every move like a nonchalant shake that's nothing new And nothing great.

Like Jelly Babies in a paper bag Waiting to see their mummy And when the bag opens And they smile And when the hand holds them And they smile Then their heads ripped from their bodies, They die in the stomach of a hungry child. A boy who ate too many sweets Then wouldn't touch his dinner And his mother begged him And he cried And his mother held him And he cried Then his sausages uneaten, He scoffs the jelly babies                                  and smiles.