Pause 22/12/23

Guilt

A man roots in a bin,

in the shadow of millionaire’s homes.

Dinner for one a table out back.

A Barbour jacket is confused,

the supermarket has new security.

‘I just don't know why they do it’,

he pays without looking.

A house has been robbed.

They didn't take much,

just a gift from her husband,

the one who lies dying.

The bank queue stretched,

the man in front vomited,

and left as a corpse.

Blank eyed and numb,

I stood and did nothing,

as if nothing could be done.

Gas Bill

I’m not thinking about it,

it’s not on my mind.

What were you saying?

I’ll just hit this light,

I’ll just close this door,

I’ll just eat in the dark.

I can hear it ticking,

money I don’t have,

candles, yeah it’s a mood thing.

Waiting for a number,

praying for a miracle,

knowing I’ll be wrong.

God

A porcelain god,

and now I entreat you,

please make it stop.

The cheese was my bad,

the desert a mistake,

the drink ill-advised.

But my god I implore you,

I beg of your mercy

please make it stop.