Small dream city tiny thoughtless streets

I want dreams,

The world where we are


Where we are

Turning into other people

All the time,

Where the city is small below us. 

We’re in your

Dad’s car, it’s


What a life without you here. 

I strew myself across these pages,

All the minutes of my life now,


Looking without finding.

This is a shitty poem and

I’m drunk. 

Aren’t you sick of these

Me poems, these

Us poems, this

Rehashing. You know

Exactly how it went

When I wanted to leave. 

You know I was out 

In the rain,

In the street. 

I miss you, I don’t

Want you here. 

I want weeks of silence. 

There’s already


Something to be done.