Nothing

Nothing.
Nothing in this cold green world.
Nothing, for its
African plains
Brazilian beaches
Dusty deserts and
Polar caps

My Dad sits downstairs, watching
“Who Wants To Be A Millionaire”
FUCK them all.
Some slick rat parks his Lamborghini on a
Five mile drive.
Breasts get larger, sucked by the hordes of
Desperate alcoholic rapists
Who buy their waking dreams from women they’ll never fuck.

Glaring screens stare back at you.
Even now! Here, in my search inside.
The eye is within. Horror

Nothing in this hot grey world.
Nothing for me, in the
Thousand hands I’ve let slip
The wet mouths
That laugh as I watch their backs fade into a vibrant crowd.
Stranger, stranger, stranger

I call a woman, my love
A girl
Beautiful, innocent.
I start to make her hate me
It goes round and round.

Creaking through space
Breath, wind, stars
A thousand more empty words that
Rattle in my skull.
Who cares? You?
Me?

War
Money
Warm
Honey

Is there a place
An age for people like me
In which
I don’t have to
STRUGGLE
To find people like you?

Where air is everything
A city is heaven
And nature is God

Nothing here, in this colourless glass