The Ballad of my Frenemy

To love you less is my only aim
For every perfect memory there’s two filled with shame
the source of my vilified alter ego
around you, the real me is lost in limbo  
we’re bound together like the two sides of an accordion
never too far apart, the bible to my gideon
Except you come with no wise words
But I’m setting myself free, free like the birds
You almost led me to put stones in my pocket,
 but instead I used the ones inbetween them, I’m on it,
Taking back control 
my will power on constant patrol,
alcohol is no longer my friend, ally or keeper, 
the bitter taste has gone and now my life is sweeter.

Lucky Joe

It was he’s lucky shirt, the only shirt he owned. 

Unlike his shoes which were loaned. 

A day in the life of a pauper, 

every decision he ever made was a faux pas. 

Intoxicating hunger, trumped only by regret,

death was no longer a fret,

but rather a life line, 

an invitation to join the stars and shine, 

away from the gutter 

filled with despair and disillusioned laughter,

stuck in an abattoir of dreams with no hope,

to ever elope,