cigarettes stain my finger tips dust my lips scent my hair. your smoke dances and through the light together it ducks and weaves through my snakes of red and gold. slurs of i love you and be mine are eclipsed, hidden by the intrusive chatter hiding within the jelly slush of my brain. alcohol seeps through bloodstream into sheets beneath where our contorted bodies hold onto each other and think of words regretted

is careless the streets were more alive than us we wander carelessly letting the night before fall from our fingertips onto the pavement below children pick it up and play with it tripping over the bumps in the concrete unnoticed by distracted little minds the buildings above us jut out …

funk an acid funk splendour breathes from behind blind eyes sings out in dreamful colour and bounces off concrete floor space spins delectably still and i feel the sweaty body beside me before the rumble of the cars above i let the daze take over and succumb to the back…

For as long as I can remember, I dreamt of becoming a musician, complete with all the clichés. As a child it was the glamour and the fame that drew me in, the traditional childhood fantasy. …