On My Wick
Just sitting in your kitchen
with coffee
and knowing secretly that
all these thoughts are mine.
I mean they’re all my own,
no one else’s,
which is good
and therefore
must be immortalised and
forever emblazoned and
not allowed to be
extinguished like
sad old candles.
These are the thoughts
I have when
you’re still asleep,
when you’re not here
and I’m alone.
And they are
so big and heavy
you’d never believe.
But I hide them
when you wake,
not just because
they are mine
but because they are
everything
# # # # #
Wine Drenched
Wine drenched
Sky red
The angels coming through stained
And you look like
Death warmed up
A readymeal from the microwave
Your face harbours
Ugly expressions
Slicing all the angels in the room
No wonder
They have to leave
You’re sober, and that’s why I hate you
* David Mac's work has appeared in Ambit, Mud Luscious, This Zine Will Change Your Life, a couple of poetry anthologies, regularly in Clockwise Cat and Monkey Kettle. His debut collection The Luton Ghoul Booms a A5, 52-page booklet, is available for £2.50 from drmcmullan@hotmail.co.uk