There was a time when you put the boy before the pain - but what can you do to prove it?

I've some kitchen-ware affidavits - a cunning wrapped testament to matching sets of dreams

And now, in this high shine when I find the spine of me blistering and bountiful - I tire to remember when there's brighter sparks in my orbit

And they're most almost lovely beyond

it's only in the quiet deep crash of a river-front steam
that the evening, all sweet and sorry, seems to suffer
an excess of altitude, doubles back in on itself, the street-wise
confluence of things we used to be
I can't say to you I love you because when I leave the you there -
a hanging triptych - it batters out the night and flickering insects, eagre
to leave their wings fixed to my window bank on my leaving -
so when I can say, to you say, that there's this ragged thing
and when I beat my breast it beats back, I want to look a fool to
show that there's a something there, where you're not

that's not fair...you don't get to remember me like you never left...

the two brewers

...so tonight you try not to say  I want you  I need you  I miss  you but they tumble out onto the pavement & my scrambling fingers (numb with cold) just cant pick them up...

#yourewelcome

So last night, I performed this which included some of my writing from here. Which was fun.

And everyone laughed (in a good way) and even cried a little.

I may even do it again.