She don’t believe in much W/black nails black lips Black soul to look through And she comes in the place some times Dragging her life off the streets Sometimes she asks for change Sometimes a cigarette Sometimes even a drink As if any of it matters As if any of it don’t The thing is we are all strange All strangers at some point But we all rub and slither up Our lives against each other And for that moment we Know one another completely Till it lasts or it falls away And we go back to being strangers Once more and nothing but
Hot crucifixes in all our hells We don’t believe in much But sometimes we do Sometimes we believe in everything Or absolutely nothing at all ==================== Breakfast Poem O what pointless demise What old crow in skeletal tree spike No longer dove O nothing on TV so might as well die Gameshow coffin reruns Never find out who shot JR, Phil Mitchell all the rest blah blah… O death position Sticky black toffee caught in a girl’s hair Sleep is Death Rehearsal and we’re practising almost every night Get good at it in the end The end the end the end… I blow my nose and see it I cut my thumb and see it I shine my shoes and see it Even in mystic beer cans negative whisky bottles Seen it everywhere For Death is Life reflection Death is a pair of sunglasses on the window ledge And it’s gonna be cloudy or rain At least that’s what the weather says But we all know what’s really gonna happen! Author bio: David Mac is a 34-year-old wino forklift driver whose work can be found in many journals, mags, sites and zines, including: Streetcake Magazine, Bone Orchard Poetry, Ambit, Purple Patch, Ink Sweat & Tears, Monkey Kettle, Clockwise Cat, Heroin Love Songs, Neon Highway, Antique Children, Danse Macabre, Mud Luscious, Burning Houses, This Zine Will Change Your Life, Obsessed With Pipework, Howls and Pushycats, Word Riot, The Delinquent, Black Heart Magazine, Broken Wine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Negative Suck, Naughty Girl X, Mad Rush Magazine, Gloom Cupboard, Yellow Mama, Welcome To Wherever, Thick Jam, Instant Pussy, Camel Saloon.and many times inClockwise Cat. He has collections out withErbacce Press, Knives Forks & Spoons Press, Ten Pages Press, Writing Knights Press, andLike This Press, plus various self-published chapbooks. He walks upon the planet in a state of worry.