As Three (If Only)

Wedding bells, wooden cribs
Holding hands as indie singles turn vintage
A sure shot if the soul didn’t prevail
But a noise roared from the inside
And the silence becomes deafening
It must’ve agonising to recognise it
As momentum comes to a snails crawl
But do you remember who gave my heart language?
She was 20 years just like us

You had to have noticed off the bat
When a sadness ever present before
Begins to make itself absent
Around the time she crept into conversation
Then when we started to gather together
It was closest I’ve gotten to drinking from heavens canals
Your optimism complimented her cynicism perfectly
You tried to pick up her frown at the kids park
But nothing we did could stop what was hurting her
We were exactly what was hurting her
Her condolence and passive words weren’t without motive
And it’s not like I weren’t reciprocating

Oh baby can you ever forgive me?
For treating you both with equal agency?
I don’t mean to belittle our legacy
But with just one of you something feels empty
It’s such a tough thing to describe
I wanna give you every second of my time
But she’s keeps intruding into my mind
The casual perfection of her eyes
Her jeans barely containing her thighs
Ignoring the guilt that gives rise

Oh god I adore you so much, how could I?
I’m in love again and it’s a terrible thing
It was supposed to be so pristine, so secure
But I can’t stand us when she’s not there
I want her there was we lay in the living room
Commenting with spite of trash reality TV
Then when the time settles on the night
She’d be resting on my shoulder
And you’d nuzzle on my right
I’d kiss you on the lips
While I run my fingers through her hair
I’d work my way down to biting your neck
Before running my tongue down her breasts
Helping each other get undressed
We’d collapse in the aftermath on our king size
All lose consciousness hand in hand under the sheets
And regain it in the morning the same way
I want to kiss you goodbye for work
And kiss her good morning in the kitchen
I didn’t want to betray you, I didn’t want to destroy you
No one was meant to get hurt
It was meant to be so good, it was gonna be so good
This wasn’t meant to happen

Sebastian Noël

I’m Thinking About People I Dated Years Ago Again

Aurora reflecting pre-school shape fitting toys
Are the most cumbersome demands
A prediction of inevitability from the womb
A manuscript of bypassed pleasure at the tomb
If the remains of collision based research
Can exfoliate the grooves of my psyche
To allow the glue to poor, leak and stick
Then I’ll know all the fables articulated truths

But our portraits have turned into code
A proximity execution in a sea of padded cubicles
How likely could the dust of our erosion
Crawl into the sheets of our nostrils
The framed stone tablets always prophesied
Their colours are destined to mix in the dish tray
To be worthy of such a scenic fuchsia collaboration

Lnc0

In Duality [W.I.P]

Another bitter passing on the digitised hall way
A chat to the entrepreneurs and golf owners
As I rest my head on my knees
On the glass floor below, dreading the work on the field
Another bitter taste of a dead brand
Her eyes fall like [bowling balls] on a bungee charity dive
The Greek alphabet in your alphabetti spaghetti?
She can’t believe her bloody rotten luck

I’m dishing out a bread crumb trail from myself
At the tail end of a royal family banquet
They ain’t got a damn thing on me anymore
The flake on the fussy kids whippy, leave on the side
It won’t bother us if none of it got on the cream
I heard you can get ones without if you just ask!
If I just asked, I bloody asked, I asked again and again
I made my body into a neon sign pointer
And pointed it to the decaying state of my cranium
I am defined by duality, it’s written on my face, I’m two-faced
But in the lonely throw of the night time
Selective sight seems to inflicted the whole nation
Can you change it? Will you change it?
If they just got to know me will the slots come up different?
No it’s a con, a fixed game all along, you knew that
I can’t help the visage of death knocking on my door
Even when hands tied in the love hotel
One side bloated, the other dying of hunger
Side-A a cringy love song, Side-B a nocturne of disappear
I live my life in fucking duality
A Summertime 7 inch with no bleak underbelly
It’s an ideal we’ve all been taught to crave
But what of us that live their lives in duality
The singularity leads to silent nights in
Staring at gluttony in action
One side fed, the other sacrificed to an Oxfam advert
I live my life with the burden of duality
A sentence to never be happy, a life of imbalance

– Lnc0

Obsess (W.I.P)

Gasping to fill the void in my lungs
Mimicking a fetus by the doors of the club
Old pastel hair walks on by and checks for a pulse
And a very special kind of cycle starts to whirl
It’s where I get a pretty young thing in sight
And she detonates the curiosity
Suddenly the prying eyes turn to blurs
I want her to Obsess over every square inch
To question the very way I walk
To notice every scar on my chin
She grasps my hair like leaves on a radish
She demands more nooks and crannies to investigate

But after you’ve peeked at the answers
At the back of a puzzle book, it becomes trash
Her attention wanes as the escape plan begins
A 4 week voyage to the bottom of the ocean
It’s where her aunt’s new flat is
She’s come to see her new proboscis worm
All to get me of her chest
And leave me scuttling on the floor
A blue bow’d lady checks to see if I’m alive
And the cycle starts again

Blue bow gets me down on my knees
Demands the anteating treatment
A one way ticket to get a glimpse of god
Through the medium of ASDA bed sheets
Once envisioned my thrills start to stagnate
I’m left crawling on cemented tiles
Like a leech without a belly to feed from
Holding back crimson waterfalls
With a mere forearm acting as the damn
Amber eyes hands me the dressing
Likens me to a NME cover model
And the cycle starts again

Dynamite (W.I.P)

Under the constant gaze of those who provide asylum
She could never even leave a shred of evidence
Of the werelass she becomes underneath the full sun’s gaze
The sleeves come apart, the trousers rip at the seams
As she howls at the sky, as if the scare away the night
She fully intends to take them up on there offers
As she dips her fingertips and palms in the paint
She doesn’t intend to leave without making her mark known

Leaving the states of the vicarious older boys
Like an skip nesting outside of a vacant council estate
They’re free to take anything inside, now she’s hit the road
Oh yes she’s dynamite
Shooting the sun’s glare the brightest smile

With the eyes of ego, pried open by the audience’s cheer
She spots the horizons the self tried so hard to hide
She see’s there’s so much to analyse and more to learn
See’s there’s a plethora of hosts to act as her avatar
She sits on the pavement with blue eyes
And draws profiles with hustled patio chalk
She lays on the soil with green shirt
And spots constelations contrasting with the void

They slink home after they escape the virgins gaze
Hoisting their collars sky high to mask the war wounds
Reeling from agony the second their backs hit the shower
Oh yes she’s dynamite
Shooting the dimples in the ceiling the brightest smile