Kafka

Oh ive been reading
Kafka for much too long now
all my eyes can see
is the shadows under yours
and everyone elses eyes

and i notice every sigh you
sigh is some sort of a reproach
and your oscillating anger
makes me tremble

under this 3 doored room
each one leading to another
terrible ordeal.

So i crawl myself up in a ball
i close my venetian blinds
from the policemen outside
and
regret
i
ever
had
a
dad

Chill Me to My Core

I shake as the bear tree outside my window.

This Sunday morning is sharp; I could break my teeth

Biting into it I think; as I turn in my white sheets.

And even the binmen are rolled up in bed

And the dogs are convulsing.

Its winter you see;

And the birds and the bees

They’ve all flown away

So now I th-think of you

And its f-funny you ring the d-d-doorbell

As I wr-wrap a scarf around

myself

I imagine it squeezes me

Like an anaconda. I. Then. A Goth.

And I feel I’d like to daub my face with white paint

And pierce my tongue and

Give two fingers to the icy grass.

Then you blow in; hit me as hard as hailstones

Your fingers as sharp as icicles

Stab me stab me stab me

And I lie on my floor

And my blood getting cold

And your freezing words

Turning me blue.

KISS ME KISS ME KISS ME

KISS ME I'M IRISH!!
i saw you strutting down Alexander Square
in Berlin, and a toy bear in your hand.
(What is it with Berlin and their bears?
Let me squeeze it, plush, I laugh at the thought)
And the suiting emerald green
and your dark dark sunglasses
got me pondering, and your physique.
You are a stranger to me
and all i know is youre irish
and i am too and we're lost on
a continent that was never ours
lets link arms lets swim swim out to sea!!!

KISS ME IM GAY!!
I have tatooed (invisibly)
across my shiny forehead
and it sparkles and glitters!!
and sometimes it smudges
and stains into one big dark blob
like an ink blot that litters oh so
many pages in this world right now