talking moonshine. funny and tender. licking your wounds from an all night bender. charm is a bonus. good looks genetic. you’ve the lovely bones of a keen anorexic. remember a time when the ground was solid. remember a time with less lines on your forehead. above you the stars. clearly out of reach. along with the demons you beseech. and as the hair rises on the back of your neck. you’re unable to express. the weight of a brick. as it hits you on the chin. or the world you’re in. words like wood chips. disposable moments. see how the mind slips. a certain today-ness. a deliberate one-way-ness. don’t ask what is meant. just lie back and enjoy the experiment. and pray for rain. good looks and vigour. and please take your finger off the trigger. let’s make a little list of the good things you’ve got going. let’s read all the tags you’ve left showing. and what you do in private just for fun. and what you say about me when i'm not around. you really are a piece of work honey. and i can't understand how you don't have more money. and from this distance you don't have such a big arse. and you know i think i'll have to pass. you're moving your lips but you don't make a sound. you didn’t care so much when it was you fucking around. but it’s different now it’s me. and that’s something you didn’t see. but i’m not fucking around. i’m fucking off. woke up ugly. with love in my hand. now i understand. the dark nature of fairy tales. seductive promises. it depends on what i’m abusing. my beautiful mind is now confusing. my body has become amusing. fixated on the physical. it used to be what was on the inside that counted. now it’s what’s on the inside that scares me. it's not a problem. or an excuse. it’s a lifestyle choice. don’t mess with my psyche. don’t walk in my reeboks. don’t give me your nike. yeah don't give me your nike.