Tangerine

we slipped out into the baking night
with our skin glistening under
sweat soaked shirts. 
we stumbled like sailors on dry land
with feet teetering 
underneath tangerine tinged streetlights. 
we swayed back and forth along the road
with cars that honked shrill horns at us.
we drunken fools, lost in a moment
alive on cheap tricks
which works for a while.


Ain’t whistling, am working

these jobs have us
by the nutsack
no matter the place
it's always the same
they need to squeeze
everything out of us
leave us pumped dry

so we think about quitting
sometimes we even do
then it's no money
yet the bills
forget to quit too
so you go back to the job line
yes, sir. no, sir
i am a team player
i live for hard work

we tell these lies
to earn jobs we can't bear
because we like to live
in homes that have
lights that switch on
and with these pleasant 
roofs over our heads


PILLS

garbled mind,
unclear in speech,
spittle forming besides
stale lips.
it is like he is here
but he isn’t inside.
pills in the psych ward;
time well spent.
his mum says they keep
him stable 
they will keep him 
alive