When you were disguised as God
Behind my eyelids closed
I would shape futures on your words and ways.
Now you descended to mortal man
It's myself behind closed eyes I see again
In day dreams where I play God.
Poem 2
Smack ed's at my door
Smack ed wants to score
Twenny bag he's gone
To get cash won't be long.
Smack ed's at my door
Mate e can't score
If e could
I'd give you loads so that you would overdoze.
Shoes
Hello i'm a shoe continually pressed against the floor,
Dog shit, piss, spit, dirt and grime
At home i'm chucked to the side
Or any dark cupboard i'm put inside stinking all night
Praying it won't rain tomorrow.
Street Poet
Not so much a fuckin' poet now
That my friend reveals your past
You never rhymed your words before did you
Boo radleys to street poet
Poem 3
Five snakes bit me today
One bite of aggression, poisoned to perfection
One bite of affection although upon reflection
Used for my skin they were shedding theirs.
Also a bite of redemption and i mention that i deserved the sentence
Another bite of reasons for reasons sake
And the fifth snake was jealous of the life we make.
Poem 4
Tell me what your name is
Now tell me what you do
And what did you before this?
If same i will judge you.
And when i'm asked these questions
I hope that i can give
An answer worth judging
That no one else can live.
Train
Am i going home to where i belong
Or has home become a memory i am visiting
A stop on the line at nostalgic junction
Of wgere i grew and where i knew
But not so anymore.
Home long ago left, and waits patiently for arrival
While my heart remains a train, crawling all the way
Until one day it settles at the station.
Poem 5
I hate public transport because
It sometimes smells
And it's always uncomfortable
And it's rarely early
And the ticket mans lairy
And there's nearly nearly always
A surly horrible drunk.
I hate public transport because
Kids kicking my seat
There's no room for my feet
And the fat man's taking up room,
Got too many bags, not enough hands
And my ticket cost me over forty quid.
