Buying strangers

Flashing green lights

They never stop

Driving me insane

A man walked by

An hour ago

Without a face

Without a name

Tried to sell me something

Not sure what

Said it would be worth my while

About 35 dollars

I declined

I am not into buying strangers

Or anything from them

Went home to make some tea

Felt like a diamond with a tail

Blowing in the wind

Went for a walk

down a dingy alleyway

There stood a freezing devil

Decked out in rhinestone stilettos and a fishing net

(Some stones were missing)

She asked me if i needed some company

I’m not into buying strangers

Or anything from them

The frosty air was getting me down

Couldn’t say no

I took her home

Where we both got warm

I’m a man who gets what he pays for

Decided to be a John

Make her work for her money

Seemed like a decent girl

If I hadn’t seen through her

Same story since she started the business

(May be the oldest occupation but so was her unconvincing act) 

Some bullshit sob story about her pathetic life

She lit up a cigarrette

Irritated i guess

Wanted in

Out

And the money

I made love to her

She was as cold as i found her though

I bought her she was mine

And she was the devil

I Am Aware

Walk on thin lines

Surely going to slip

Along the way

I’ll be shaken

I know

Don’t push

I can only do so much

Voices are dim

Chances are limited

I won’t be carried

Even though I’m broken

I know

You don’t need to waste a word

Boxed In

Ambience rings

                            At the back of my head

                                                                Comfort me

Pick a number

                       I don’t have the time

                                                        No one does

Get out and lost

                         Find your way back

                                                         Black frames

Electric currents

                           Painted talons

                                              Midnight

Something is wrong

                      Silence is haunting

                                         Down stairs music

Asphalt  ideas

               Express them

                                  I don’t want to hear concrete

Brittle bones

                Break on contact 

                                     Steel blue pools

                                                                        

                                                                         Are blank

Brushstrokes

it’s far too cold for pants

cut below the knee

silence isn’t your game

stop building towers

that I cannot knock down

you wish for my company

I wish you well

but I’ll not stay

frantically searching

for diamond faces

golden smiles

and silver linings

all I see are air brushes

white door

a photograph of you

I am at ease