ink, sweat and tears

i am fulfilled at being
on the upper side of average.
it takes a lifetime to die
today i am another work day closer.
‘Yes, sir.’ ‘No, sir.’ ‘Three bags full sir?’
you know you’re bored when you’re
distracted
by the floor.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

every night with you is a sleepover

if you trusted me
you’d let me see your hotmail
even give me the password.
you bastard.
5 years of email
fifty percent spam
when was the last time you read this shit.
you sleep on an inbox of woe.

this relationship gives me the satisfaction
of a single orange jelly tot
stuck in my teeth with a sweet citrus tang
and brushed off at night
with a guilty oral raid.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

facial hair

no one was there
to teach me to shave.
Gillette sold me three products
they wanted to sell four.
my face seems precious to them
it seem lumpy to me.

i pushed in the foam
and winced
and laughed
knowing i looked a bell end.
i didn’t actually laugh.

then i shaved like the ads
seemed to show you to.

‘You’re a man now.’
‘Oh,’ i said.
i didn’t feel like it.
i just itched.


* Alexander J. Allison is running out of different ways to pretend he doesn't care about things. He is a poet from London and has a blog at http://alexanderallison.blogspot.com