Posts Tagged ‘mess’

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Jesus,

Send me through the center of your heart

Jesus,

Tear my corpulence apart.

Jesus,

Bless my suicidal thoughts with tenderness

Jesus,

Wait with me while I’m in a mess

Jesus,

Do you forgive pedos?

Jesus,

Do you forgive me?

Jesus,

Do you forgive everyone?

No matter what they’ve done

Jesus,

What’s it like to be you

Why can’t I be like you?

Jesus,

I’m walking with you

Even if you don’t exist

 

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Beer bottles of yesterday’s binges are spread out on the floor like dead soldiers on a battlefield
War against sobriety was waged and won
My chair is festering in guinea pig piss
The kitchen is a hurricane nightmare
My coffee table is rotting in ash and memory
Filled with all my essentials so they are easily at hand
Cigarette butts overflow in the ashtray
There also parts of old newspapers, chip-packets and empty orange juice bottles all over the place
Quite a few energy drink cans and some empty beer bottles
It’s a fucking mess
But it’s my mess damn-it

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Posted: June 16, 2014 in poetry
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The plates have all been used twice or more,
The cigarette butts are piling up towards the sky and the ones on the floor are all neatly emptied of tobacco,
The kitchen is a spectacular nightmare of oozing textures,
There are piles of detritus mixed with cutlery and plates,
And the sink is full of coffee grounds.
Somewhere under there is my kettle, maybe even a lighter.
The floor is covered in empty bumpers, guinea pig poo and empty beer bottles,
My mate is sleeping on the floor on the couch cushions,
The guitar has a broken tuning knob,
There are little plastic bags everywhere,
My brain is dead from too much pot,
I can’t find my bloody keys,
The guinea pigs are piggies and I’m a piggie.