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Love Thy NeighbourLove thy neighbourLove Thy Neighbour by ~Broadcraig
for borrowing sugar or
on Bank Holiday Monday,
when the shops are shut and
you've forgotten to buy extra milk
for your father-in-laws evening Horlicks.
Love thy neighbour
for the calls to the police
on a Friday night, when
against the subsequent shattering of glass and pounding of walls,
that drunken low-life that you call a man
is escorted away in handcuffs.
Love thy neighbour
for being the ideal fellow tenant,
for the unwavering sense of motion
as only the mere low ebb of a television murmur,
and the lingering stench of rotting flesh
lets me know that you haven't yet relocated.
Love thy neighbour
unknown she rests on
The Man on the Moon'When was the last timeThe Man on the Moon by ~Broadcraig
that you were truly happy,' she said,
'when were we last happy?'
the rocket bucked, breaching my eyelids open,
my dreams about the past were worse than my nightmares,
I looked out of the cockpit
the different reflections of light were a kaleidoscope
like an oil slick mirage on an overbearingly warm day back in New York.
'I think I just need to find myself,' I said
I don't know who I am anymore
I don't know what's important to me
anymore.'
'Just go, leave, like you always do'
she screamed as she wrestled my clothes into a bag
chucked it into my chest and pushed me out the door
all the while I mumbled to myself
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Searching For TreasureIt is four AM and I am walking down the streetSearching For Treasure by ~Broadcraig
the ravenous grip of insomnia has taken hold
minutes clawing slowly towards hours
the bitterness of morning air clutching at my bones.
I see a man younger than I
swooping up and down outside a public house
plucking discarded cigarette butts from the floor
their heads burnt out and fractured like
the drunken men who held them on Friday night.
I want to walk up and tell him
those quarrelsome people he swore he didn't love,
they would take him back in an instant.
He could have that job, that car,
that house, that wife, kids, those beautifully cheeky kids,
he could have it all.
But selfishly I don't
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