(i)

shitface
fucking cunt
look the other way

look at you
looking at
me

fuck off
fuck face

(ii)

I never wanted everything
to end up anything
like this
somewhere in the mess
was a boy’s childhood dream
ideals lost to crayons and markers

(iii)

I lay awake at night lying
on my side and thinking
about what life’s like on

yours

what did it take to cross the sea
have you finally learnt to swim
or did you find someone else’s ship
yet again, like the salty sea-spirits on the breeze

(iv)

I wonder
whether you slip up
on purpose or like
rats marking territory
you have claimed your deity

I wonder
why you stopped
all of a sudden

I missed the predictability