Zig-zag man,
Where are you going?
Zig-zag man,
Where are you from?
Do you reside?
Or do you simply hide
From another winter night,
Crushed clear bottle
By your side?

Dear Girl,
White girl
Privileged girl
Healthy girl
Clean girl
Able girl
I do not reside.
I simply hide,
From another winter night,
Crushed, clear bottle by my side.




I wander the edges
Of the endless yellow line
Covering the distance
Of my entire existence:
Lamp-post to lamp-post
Dirt-bin to dirt-bin.

I had a life
I had a wife
Look! Here she is,
Drowned in my urine-coloured wine.
Don’t worry about me madam,
I will be fine.

This is my world,
That is yours.
Parallel yet light-years apart.
You are ‘well’
You have love,
Me… I had to trade my heart.

Now, the only organ that feels,
Feels hunger
Feels pain
Feels acid-like burns right through
To the base of my veins.

Your foundations are made of concrete:
Concrete family
Concrete security
Concrete affection.
My foundations are concrete too,
Don’t flatter yourself.
Concrete FAMILY?
Concrete SECURITY?
Concrete AFFECTION?
NO… but concrete never-the-less
Cold
Isolated
Exposed
Forgotten
And
Rotten.