Audience

There is nothing louder
than the sound of applause
running up the stairs
of your ego

one night stand senyru

pain sharp dense blood wet

cold sterilised steel bright lights

the high cost of lust

deceiving haiku

crisp blazing blue sky
winter dead witches tit cold
lick not a railing

cold sonnet

home work..... a sonnet

A COLD

I cannot write
this stuff called poetry

i am having to fight
not to run or flee

my head is all stuffed
and filled with snot

it is not chuffed
not it is not

I don't think I am listening
I know that I can't hear

I tell you that I am wishing
as best as I can my dear

to weep
to sleep

rain poem

RAIN


It's raining its pouring

the old man isn't snoring

he's hit her in her big blue sky

and she feels she's gonna die

she's sobbing but not real loud

shes what you call blue blood proud

but tears are pouring from her face

they're shooting out like its a race

shes told him that she not in love

not good to tell the Man above

His fury is as strong as light?

remember He turn's day to night

He also loves unconditionally

as long as you repent honestly?

her tears have stopped, silent pain

I know this cause there's no more rain