Poems 1 & 2

These Notes App poems were wedged between a grocery list where I needed bananas and the contact details of a massage place somebody had recommended me.

It’s Always Going to Rain

The first Sunday morning since
It’s raining and I love the rain
For a second I can actually slow and appreciate it
Now, my tummy swirls in a comfort
Instead of that knot
For the first time in a week
I want to let something in
Not fight tooth and nail to keep away
I can control never feeling that way again
But it’s always going to rain

Where To Now, Modern Men?

You find joy in putting on socks
I find joy in touching my cock
I’m not from here
I’m no angel
Always too much
Never enough
Different cities
Always reaching
Social media
And virtue signalling
Show no reverence 
To the good ones
I’m benevolent
I am good fun
Shitty poetry
Shitty coffee
Shitty commute
Death via forty
Read the good smut
Sip the bad stuff
Take a day off
Trying so hard
Send me a text 
When you get home
You’re a woman
You sort of have to 
I will sleep well 
Knowing you’re well
‘Till the morning 
I’m thinking out loud…
Who is going to hold me?
Who is going to hold me?
Who is going to hold me?
Who is going to hold me?