Love is a ligature



They were happy once but now they’re not
He remembers the day that photo was taken
Love filled him and he danced in her eyes
Her lips healed him
But years have passed and now that photo lies
Her eyes now burn with accusation
Those lips belittle
Bricks and blood imprison them
Love is a ligature
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It doesn’t work


You don’t pass the test She doesn’t fancy you Your car won’t start Nobody you know at the party The stain didn’t come out He’s funnier than you Cash point machine empty Off licence closed No answer on the phone Oil leak Flat tyre No money Boring night out Bad film Your best friend is a prick Clothes getting tight Listening to fucking racist homophobic bullshit Missed last train home Masturbating too much CD jumps Bad back Bruised face Broken glass Bright light Feeling sick No appetite People pretending to be happy Tread in dog shit Flat battery Scratched paintwork Being patronised Ugly face No confidence Can’t get drunk Last orders Out of stock Cancelled Car stolen She didn’t text back Impotent Rail replacement bus Redundancy Dole House repossessed No toilet paper Can’t piss Caught red handed Broken into Beaten up Gut full of fear Lost Divorced Upset Isolated Given up Dead
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I have previously been published in the following UK and international magazines: Rollingstone, Revolver, Loaded, Kerrang!, Metal Hammer, The Metro newspaper, Got a question answered in Dr Ozzy book, a regular in the profanisaurus pages of Viz and his poetry has also been read on the radio.