The day I took a life.

The needle bleeds.

Pulsing arm reacts and screams.

I feel its numbness. A warm honey fills my mind.

The visions roll.

I see the end of life. Rejoice.

Slowth of thought. I smile at the initial memory of that night.

The golden tube. A tunnel formed of love.

Like sex which smiled, though substance danced.

I pricked myself. Though perhaps she’d stabbed my arm.

I cared no more. My slumber undermined her hot advance.

I slid towards the floor. My brain pulsated, a steady rhythmic drum within the party of my mind.

I could not dance. Nor stand erect as she applied herself to sensual play.

I laughed at her, though my lips curtailed themselves in still & forlorn sensation.

I stared at it. The needle which plagued my arm with pain. Or pleasure. Or maybe post-dramatic penalties of play.

I laughed again – within my skull – at the jest & wit of which I wrote.

The night passed by.

By early morning I had woke.

& dreams of sexual violence & naked ambition with the neighbour’s daughter had turned to peace.

I arose with eyes of sunken solitude. & smiled a weary sigh.

The girl beside me was alone & naked, her perfect body dead.

I kissed her lips & combed her hair, admired her slender form.

I withdrew the needle & wiped off blood, I placed within her hand.

& stumbled home my friends too quick, with secret never told.

That girl had died, my spirit too & thoughts were never shared.

& so tonight I tell the world, my lust for her had killed.

A dedication spent that night, high & sold to hell,

But silent death was her’s instead & never did she tell.

~ a night of needles & strange intoxication. Or was it just giving blood?

© ed simkins

Unfocused Satisfaction

Cello plays. Soft thoughts mount. Confetti falls. An empty dream.
I pause for breath.
Skip to the end. Let’s play tonight. Let’s drink some food. Let’s play for stakes.
Or fail & cry & laugh some more.
Entry point. A scarlet girl. Her lipstick collar. I don’t care what you say.
I’m a spider. A word leak. A fountain of truth.
She calls. I hate her voice. The TV’s on, but I can not watch.
I turn to you & watch you fly. You’re drugged. The sky’s so dark.
My light illuminates the earth. The moon will disappear.
My fingers fly. I talk a million different shades of wrong. No need to fuck. Girl is naked.
A clothed horse goddess of a drunken industry. Whore? Or heaven sent?
I pause. Breath satisfies.
Call for more wine & spill my disease.
She smiles & I strip. She steals my clothes. She runs away & the music grows.
I slip – repeat.
A final draft. A hidden couch. The girl in white satisfies my hunger by blowing me.
A filthy thought. A nasty end. A pleasant crisp. Smoke. Lights dazzle.
Slow, slow, slowing down. White wine & collarbone.
Kisses of a hot head. A desire. No bed needed when the lakes are full of soft flesh & dreams.
White water rapids. Illegal pleasures. Eyes steam as I fulfil my needs.
Red lights, bright lights, walking away. Tiredness slumbers. The girl is gone.
The party’s over. Goodnight to the life. Car speeds.
The music electric, eclectic, darkening screams.
The people are younger. The distance approaching.
The edge takes over.
I fall.
The end.

~ Listening to The Verve, my head began to spin.

© Ed Simkins

Love Flows

Thought.
The fingers flex.
A Midnight moon.
Purple sky on fire.

The beauty of her naked flesh upon the crimson sand.
With danger in the water & broken depths of time.

I stand upon the water’s edge, my dreams afire with Love.
Silence speaks of distance grown & face of stars above.

I love this earth. i love my dreams. I see the smoke arise.
Injected swirls, I breath her in. caress her skin, her naked earth.

Shooting stars & love are made. I taste her virgin kiss.
Her beauteous form, her dimples too. High on drugs, we dance & fuck.

We laugh in midnight sun my friend, we sit & welcome songs.
Peace is heard In golden tones, & sensual love is shared.

Her valleys flow, her mountains rise, & smiling wonders beguile her eyes.
Each night I’ve dreamt of delicacy, of such a girl I’ve met

I have pleasured every part of her, in mind that dies alone.
& begged in stolen screams my love, for childish greetings home.

This planet which forms has loved me so, that child who loves will never now.
I’m high as steam & looking out, on oceans deep & great.

I need to love & hold her so, like forests need the rain,
I’d pin her down or turn her round & enter her with smiles.

& loving her like a precious girl with morning clothes so white.
This night time breeze will blow & storm as I stand alone & think.

I have conquered every failure here & this my last is great.
This night be still, lay down beside, Your innocence a cherished dream.

Your temple sought in nervous dreams, though emboldened by caress,
You, most perfect human being, ever growing like the Earth.

You I’d love like golden coins, or the blood which fills my vein,
That I could share my dreams with you, If god had made the Earth.

~ Obsessed? Maybe. But she is incredible!

(c) Ed Simkins