Magnet

Moist-eyed. she stared into the camera,
Giant, plastic tits pointing like accusatory fingers.
'Why does everybody hate me?'
Because this is England, darlin'.

Sleep

Sleep soundly now, Claire,
in that world of sweet dreams.

No pain enters there;
no tears, no screams.

So sleep soundly, Claire,
in your world of sweet dreams.

Whiskey Helps Me Think

Broken elbows lean
on a broken bar,
A broken smile
Splits a mended scar.

Scarred eyes rest
on a scarred glass jar
Old, scarred thoughts
Cut fresh from afar.

Fresh poured whiskey
on fresh ice shards
Freshens the sting,
Of a scarred, broken heart.

Cold Snap

Ice cold rain,
Crystals and gravity,
Searing pain,
Freezing austerity.

Blades of flint,
Burn each extremity,
Evident,
In scowls of enmity.