Difficult to Forge
The tiny wreckage lights up the moonbeam
Taking another's toys in a myriad of disaster
Addicted to boredom, covered over in spite
Celebritized locals feeling like twenty
Acting the bollocks before crossing the threshold.
Cut in the block, to assuage the local soundtrack
Enough material to infinity cut to the moon
Once sweet, being dead, preferring the others
Death over red sentiments, a nasty hubris
Universe passing by at a cost to savour.
A left-handed lecture, at pains to discern
Between criminal literature running past gods,
Cushioned through expense, rotting on the briar
Advised against splurging of a heartier kind
Love going amiss, running joke out of time.
Illicit kiss in the doorway, love writing itself
Giant leaps forward listening past the front door
Relateable suffering rolling for the last of this life
Addicted to the burn of second-hand coffee
Roving eyes at a stretch, God alone discerns.
Under a blood-white sky, relating to hard drinks,
Trimming beards in advance of secular preferment
Free in forward this message and any attachments ensue
The illicit soft parade rolling in the perfected
The worst over with, garnering a pat on the back.