The Coin

In my pocket

I had £1 in my pocket. Left pocket, coat pocket.

I held it tight.

‘Spare some change please love?’

But what of this love? Who’s love? I don’t love you. You don’t know me. I’m walking by, right past you.

I reply, ‘sorry, I don’t have any spare change.’

What of spare change? Who has spare money? How would one define spare?

‘God bless you.’

What of this God? Why does he not bless you with the spare change you seek? Why do you ask for the change from strangers, when God is known as ‘all-mighty’ and women are seen as weak?

My coin is now hot.

My pocket is toasty and warm.

My mind wonders if God will return and save you, from your likelihood of doom.

Don’t Expect

Don’t expect me to be the one to say yes! Yes, I accept below-par experiences.

Don’t expect me to be the idiot that ignores your shit. I see it, I smell it, fuck off – I stepped in it.

I’m not the one. I’m not the one.

Don’t expect me to express love in a way that resembles what you deserve.

Don’t expect me to accept the bullshit you play on. Play with and share out.

I’m not the one. I’m not the one.

Don’t expect me to trade my time for your time when your time is never my time.

Don’t expect me to remain silent when your feathers are in full plumage.

I’ll never water myself down…my feathers enjoy the signs of the air. Take me straight or fuck out of here.

My title was Unique, long before the big bang. Or the theory behind the minds of those who still argue about facts.

Remember that. Remember that. Remember that.

Never Call Me

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24 hours in one day.


Boing-boing, boing-boing.

Framed that shot, that convo, our hot conversations. My battery died! I’m, well I’m awfully sorry.


Yesterday, we floated amongst the unknown and kissed beneath the stars. We rode through red lights, quickly.


Boing-boing, boing-boing.


‘Stop it. I thought you cared about me?’

Boing-boing, boing-boing.



Last month we drank marijuana, hey! Rebels in essence and kind. Last month I fell in love with absenteeism, vegetable soup and ghost.

‘I had hope in my mind? I had hope.’






Titbits are fed to the dragon every 24 hours.


Oh, my God! You’re here! ‘Hey baby, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us…I…’

Blue ticks.





But last week we, well?

No worries.



Boing-boing, boing-boing.

Boing-boing, boing-boing.

Boing-boing, boing-boing.

Silent Mode – But I keep checking.


I had hoped we would remain here, not there or there, definitely not there. But here, in our safe place.



Finally asleep – You take my hand, and we walk through fields of sunflowers. The sun is rising, and our hearts beat in sync. We never talk, you never call me, we speak through our shared universe.

The sunflowers sway around us, the pollen makes me sneeze. It’s you, it’s all, it’s all yours, I fall to my knees.

Bee’s swarm above us, judgement, confliction, negotiation, redemption and reward.

You join me and hold me, kiss my forehead and connect. Deep blue flames burst out of we, for we one of the same.

Flawed, flawless, I care? Do I not? No!

Boing-boing, boing-boing.

That sound louder than before.


The dragon roars, the dragon soars, the dragon waits and sometimes mourns.


The flames burn us, cremated thorough and deep. Our ashes mixed in with earth soil for our love never sleeps. The roots are replenished, and the sun is due to set, every second together we bore no boredom or regrets.

Feel my heart.

Touch my soul.

Lick my…

Do you remember how the wind took us up to the stars? Do you recall how many times, we conversed about going that far?

The overnight guidance and the bond stuck and remain. My heart plays truant, this time and once again.



This should prevent the growth continuing, that impending motion of love or something?

I swear, I feel…I can’t lie to you.

I promise forever means forever and ever is equal to two.

My dreams go on for hours and hours I lay in vain, for I want what I want when I want it. But the mind is known for playing games.



Yes and no.


I’ve loved you from that moment our hearts coincided with vibrations and said hello!



Boing-boing, boing-boing.

‘I’m here, I’m not. I’m going.’

Mixed emotions, high emotions, so emotional it’s annoying.


The other day I ran away, I found a lake and stepped in. It flowed by the field of sunflowers, our real end, and where true love begins.


I love you.