The Spectator

Always bring a knife to a gun fight, or any fight, life is a constant fight, bring it to that too

Pack for every Eventuality Fill your pockets with Golden survival Stuff knives in your socks  Fire in your hands And jerky in your briefs And pray Pray they come Or this'll all be for Naught And if they do Turn out  Offer them an Open hand But don't forget to Arm the other

PerfuME

My fragrance cannot be replicated

It is always with me

It comes from my toil

And from my love

It’s there in the cold

And the heat

It comes from me

And flows onto others

My fragrance is mine

And I am my fragrance

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Blue meets blue And I stare Enamoured By the joining of the two

Lioness

I was disappointed

Disappointed in a way I never had been before

I gave you my love and support

And you gave me your best

But your best

Through no fault of your own

Could not contend

You were robbed

Of what should have been yours

And despite what happened between us

You still have

Me

I stand and lean

Against

Ancient granite.

Ancient by the standards of my short life.

Another waits a stride away

Seems this is the place.

Who knows how many have done this

Who knows how many will after I'm gone.

She takes a step closer

And fixes her eyes my way

I look up and smile

She's looking past me

Which I'm glad of

This is a time of leaning

Not of interaction.

She takes a step closer

Still looking past me

We wait together

Though entirely separately.

I reflect as I write

And watch the people pass by In this cool, clammy heat.

There's no message here

Just narration.

Thoughts confuse me

Is this right Or am I Just Projecting society inside myself Wanting what I should want Rather than what I do want Enjoying what should be enjoyed Rather than deciding for myself Should you want something Just because you can do it Should you enjoy something Just because you're good at it How do we know When we are conditioned so Taught what to want And How to feel Learning only when It's too late That we don't Have to participate When we've already run the race

Subversive social commentary

...we’re fucked.

Yup

Esquire he's my idol But now Now Lets not get Carried away Swept A-way with the tide Weigh anchor dogs This whale wants us inside But we won't go down No we won't go down Not with this ship Not on your life No not on your lives Neither on mine

Questions of waiting

I find myself In a waiting room The real life Purgatory Realised With seats And nonsensical material With which to 'entertain' And pass the time. I'm Not free And not Accepted, Imprisoned, perhaps, But Just there. Between a boy And a beast Perhaps they symbolise me Perhaps that's why I find myself between And not beside. When they call my name Will we all rise? Or will they be left behind?

Lo, does the world not shift and move,

When you release your focus,

Do the plates not slide,

When you stop,

Does it not bubble, blister and wave,

Eluding to something behind that fragile curtain,

Do you see their trails,

Is it you who holds your own reality.