Burnt to Hell… Just wanna call home…

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Burnt to hell,
This song has me wanting
To make a call home.

I just want to ring up mum,
To See how brother is growing,
To See if sister has met a boy.

I want to sit and watch tv
While brother shoots his plastic guns
And sister frets over makeup before a dance.
Mama is with sister, fixing hair.

It’ll be peace,
With cat purring on my lap,
And birds chirping from their cage.
Everything will be alright.

But, oh forlorn hope,
I’m here, and I’m burnt
And this song won’t end.

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i wish i could wiggle my arms

I wish I could wiggle my arms
under this boundless sky.

I’m lost in transcendent drunkenness,
a fool with a mind.
Synapses firing with alcoholic fervor,
I lie motionless.

The cigarette ashes on my cheek
As I puff with my eyes closed,
But not for too long.

I must stop the dark from spinning.

Wandering and wondering in wanderlust,
I hope we last forever.
I wish you were here now.

But C’est la Vie!
I’ll make do,
and I’ll make do
in accompanied solitude soon.

I see double as autocorrect corrects.
I close my eyes as the sky shuffles.
I fade to black, wondering what tonight will hold.