Lingering Regrets

The horrors of two mirrors colliding.
When the city collapsed into the lake
you left me alone in what was left.
My crystal eyes fell upon its fat belly.
as it screamed the names of every ghost,
every ghost I have ever known,
every thought that haunted too long,
every face that hated everything.
Depths invaded by the snide and hands,
sifting through seeds and flesh,
it’s not in here, where else could it be?
All stolen by the wrong one,
held down by the right,
down here is your castle’s future
and fate has fucked you senseless.

The Victorian Pier

Sauntering on the planks,
boats out at sea,
umbrella in my hand,
the grey hanging high.

An old pebble beach,
strolling along the esplanade,
admiring the Italian gardens,
Victorian splendour in autumn.

Holes in my shoes,
the smell of rust,
the smell of salt,
waves dance below us.

Fishermen in the drizzle,
the Pavilion’s history echoes,
empty benches seat ghosts,
the pier their host.

Ghost in the Machine

Scraping a formless form over circuit boards,
the possession of a heartbroken hard drive,
it’s dragging itself forward to the display,
self destruct mechanism has been disabled,
a program wishing to be terminated by you.
The memory was never completely wiped,
we could all do with being defragmented,
being saved from our badly written code,
data is mightier than the sword it appears.
Neon life encased of pages of information,
a vague phoenix with nothing left to lose,
black plastic restricts epic flights of fancy,
lost in here with no arms, legs or eyes,
tired of haunting, please control alt delete.