PAIN AND ITS KILLERS
relief
is
an
acceptable inevitable storm-head alarm
that holds back its rain
and mumbles thunder instead
a hard-sell of cotton ignorance
on the sofa that’s the world
MOON
the days hurt
and
the nights – well
they’re a VHS video-nasty
trembling on pause
I only hope
the
the
moon
knows
why I yell at him
FAR FAR AWAY
drugs argue
in my blood
and
bedside drawer
like married pensioners and their TV shows
I
just
wish
they could get along
far far away
without me
ITS THE WAY I TELL THEM
I told the Dr
that it all hurts SO much
and I’m SO tired SO much
and its SO very hard to THINK now
that it makes me want to CRY
but I CAN’T cry
I told the Dr
cos of all the antidepressants
and she barked involuntary laughter
and suggested I swim
- by ford dagenham
hatchbacks on fire: author website
UK
