Your first kiss? My last hit? Which of you Do I most miss? As time goes on No easier to say, life has taken the choice away. But I know that she lies in wait for me My arms wait patiently, Love with harm and Sharp kiss Steals the memory of the one I miss.
You, repulsive, repugnant, revolting junkie, Here to get your drugs for free. Insults thrown my way, by an excitable woman, at the chemist today. The whole vile situation she took out on me, while giving ,unwittingly, a lesson in her vexation, a fine example of Alliteration.
A cry of pain wakes me at night, With a start , with a fright After listening breath held, Tremulous heart beating time, I return head to pillow Realising the cry was mine.
A Funeral today, I didn’t go, Though the church but a stone’s throw, for this was a service for, well, not a close friend of mine but more a man of my kind. I think a better soul than me, but the brown haze made it hard to see.
His wife and son, loved him, but still he wasted part of his life. For I knew, and so did a few, that he wrote stories you’d swear we’re true.
Hundreds of them, tales I’d have given a arm to have written.
So for him, no clocks stopped, no dogs silenced with juicy bones. A Funeral I didn’t attend, His stories wasted, his story ends.