Dark Star The self imploding stature Of unnecessary rage Will only present itself at night Meaning most of us won’t see it Until after the smoke Amongst the foreign bodies
All at sea. The cockroaches nest in my head As the snakes lose their charm I can’t remember what’s been said And I saw nothing in my palm Upstream fights my mood
There is a Thin Line There is a thin line between Life and death Love and hate How many of us find that out When it’s far too late? There are words never spoken
I will not wear a Poppy I will not wear a poppy For Remembrance Day The self righteous will be up in arms In their own ignorant way I’ll try not to remember What the poppy represents