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