i have knelt on your holy floor
i have prayed for so much more
i have climbed your dreamy spire

i sailed down the river
as a twenty something
just trying to deliver

they do not contact me
but they always –
lap up –
the attention and compliments
like kittens lap up milk

you are so fucking perfect
how?
how have you not achieved more?

years ago –
propped up –
on the settee
just you and me

i will be your –
little boy lost
and your views
will come at a cost

gave you –
a slab of my soul
a chunk of my heart

There Are Smiles I Could Fake there is comfort like drugs i could take there are smiles i could fake … More

always there, when life looked sick
but your open arms –
were just tortuous dagger tips
and the daggers went deep