I was on TV once.
With a mask of glass upon my face
My naked greed for all to see.
The pound signs flash green, in my eyes,
And you give me what I want.
Raspy rotten breath quickens
I gasp as I saw you in Heat
my sexual wanderlust exploded at the thought
of a night at the Ivy
my picture in tomorrow’s Metro!
I drink, until I drink no more
Imbibed I am numb, but lust, longing
For this £. Sweet, sacred £.
I worship you o’ £.
I will bow for you, bend over for you, bleed for you.
Sweat glistens my skin
I bare my teeth, sharpen my fangs.
Vampiric for my own soul.
An age of shallow.
Today, I wrote this:
ReplyDeleteHad I not been running
I would have missed it.
The Sycamore leaves tips
were dipped in golden honey,
A wind rose and flittered a few before me.
Crunching like brittle bones beneath my feet.
Had I not been running
I would have missed it.
The fiery brow of the sun
as it glimpsed its first glance
over Primrose Hill and
the impeccable timing of my arrival.
Had I not been running
I would have missed it.
The uniform squares one by one
lighting up as if in choreographed dance.
A dog-walker passes, shopkeeper
unlocks the shop door.
Lapsed my new ordinary.
Until tomorrow morning.
xo
Gribs