The Buddha

Calm, the epitome of calm

Serene, sitting on a seat of flowers

He fights the demons of his mind

With love and careful listening

He makes friends with them

He tricks them into submission

He makes them lose their jobs

Their livelihoods, with subtle persuasion

Their children

Will go begging in the streets

Of his brain

Looking for jobs

While he sits there

On a seat of flowers

Making love with his peace

 

Old Arthritis

I was walking on the pavement

Cars passing every so often

Old man from across the street

A road seperates us

Walking arthritis

You could hear the cracking of bones

From miles away

I don’t know why he bothers coming out

It’s more hassle than it’s worth

Stay indoors, old man

Let your bones rest

Let them wither, twist and writhe

Inside of your skinny, fading frame

Unable to urinate by yourself

Pathetic

You are dead-weight

In this hard-working society

 

Walking in the middle of the road

Hit by a car

Real hard

I can’t move

I don’t feel anything

Numb

The old man walks slowly

Passing my body

His eyes on mine

For the longest time

I hear a pained snigger

He leaves me on the road

Walking away

At least he can, I suppose

 

 

Suicidal Fantasy

I grab a chair from the kitchen

Moving it to the centre of the room

Where a noose hangs from the ceiling

I learnt the hangman’s knot

From the scouts

One of the only things I could do right

 

I stood up on the chair

And looked around my living room

So dark, so empty

There’s no substance

Empty pots, dirty plates

There’s no living here

The window shows me

The bleak landcsape of the moors

Lifeless, dead trees

Grey skies

Carcasses of sheep

 

I look through the noose

 

A land of sharp, green grass

Vibrant, powerful colours

Flowers of the rainbow

Pure white skies

Bustling wildlife, birds of paradise

Singing sweet songs of euphoria

 

I kick the chair

 

My neck doesn’t break

 

So I guess I’ll just have to wait

The two worlds merge together

Like broken clips of film

Till I’ve lost all distinction between the two

Out of focus, blurry

The pixels dislodge and fly off

In all directions

Losing colour as they fizzle out

Fading into a harmonious white

My body breaks up

Melting into the white fabric

I see bits of memory float away

Dreams, reality, nothing..

 

The Deal I have with Queen Bee

I’m walking on a bridge

Made of ivy vines

Each step

Lets out a hiss, releasing

clouds of pollen into the air

The bees soak it up

Like natures sponges

There are hives

Hidden directly beneath the bridge

The bees are clever

 

I keep walking

Till I meet the Queen Bee

We sit down and sip tea together

Discussing politics

And the weather

I cut to the chase

“So, where is the honey?”

I see her breaking down into fits of tears

I am numb to her pain

Reluctantly, she points to wheelbarrows

Full of jars of honey

I walk them back

One by one

Over the bridge made of ivy

Feeling the hatred

From the many eyes of the bees

Hovering, very close

When is it Supposed to Kick In?

Shake your hips, pretend you know how

Move your arms, like you saw on TV

Set the rhythm with your feet

Like you learnt from your computer

Kiss her like you saw

In that porno one time

And pretend to enjoy it

All the while you wonder

When it’s supposed to feel good

You’re so Tame

You’re so tame to me

I could squeeze your head

Till your eyeballs pop out

From your sockets

And you’d still see the best in me

 

I could look you dead in the eye

And shoot you in the chest

And tell you it was for the best

And you’d still think I was right

 

I could feed you lies

Telling you that the world

Is made up of tiny, colourful ants

And you’d still believe me

 

But when I tell you I love you

Believe me, because I do not lie

I hope there never comes a day

When you stop loving me