The sun catching, bar hopping, beer guzzling, corduroy wearing, #poem writing, book reading, window gazing, star following, meat eating, barbecue cooking, egg frying, egg poaching, egg scrambling, egg boiling, egg egging, field wandering, town scowling chap headed to the pub on a sunny afternoon.

15 24 years old and my knees crack Without a hint of time I sigh louder than That clock With its fucking noise I cannot yawn but my eyes droop heavily Into a gulp And a restless gulp at that and booze With silence #life is louder than noise The morning Redeems with an And butter And toast And my feet scratch angrily Against each other Lacking a warmth less than 5 metres away Must I sleep and let death In

#haikus Smoking kills or so I've heard the smoke whispering An infinite breathe Drinking calms living But is mundane in itself Lonely as I swig Sleeping is boredom Breaks up monotonous days Leaves me exhausted

I live amongst the groaning, wheezing plague of rolling tyres and Friday vomit Splattered upon the pavement and dried in dyed hair and decorating Primark heels I live amongst the glowing, breeding plague of neon signs and fast food adorned bus stops A heart attack disguised as a family feast and I'm hungry I live amongst the growing, bleeding plague of macho guys and busted knuckles and bloody noses and broken bones and cold cells rented for a sleep of recovery and a morning of shame I live amongst the moaning, beating plague of a night of passion in the arms of no one Two vacant souls clutched in a tango of mutual gain and a fleeting glimpse of love I live amongst the lonely, sleeping plague of unused libraries, decrepit bookshops, rotten tomes of poetry, off key music, closed minds and forgotten thoughts of benevolence I live amongst a plague which has gripped the very fabric of my heart But I beat my own rhythm and dance

And these words mean nothing Slurs, drunken sandwiched between lies Nothingness