Theivin’

I still remember the first job we ever did together
It was smack dap in the middle of May

We were gorging on the successes
Of telling our employers cleverly fabricated fables
Which told tales of the valiant bout of our immune systems
Succumbing to the intent of the flu invaders

We stopped by the local pub to relive the true illness
One that has taken captive of our warmth and affection
A 9 to 5 shift at the local call centre just to get by

The look of boredom on your face cut right through me
My promises of a 3-star Chinese takeaway
As a cuisine to the début of the new series of Big Brother
No longer lights any passion inside of you
As if possessed by your intent I got up from my stool
And grabbed a box of crisps from behind the bar and gave you a wink

The clang of the bells run through my spine
It brings my hairs to a rigid salute
It gives me shivers, charging every joint in my body
And a grin to my face, the first one I’ve felt in ages
As we dash to the nearest alleyway for refuge
Illuminated by the red and blue

It was never about the heist, It was never about the loot
It was that thrill of getting away with you
Slamming the front door behind us, so hard the frames shook
Slumping down the other end like the sweat on our brows
Pumping more oxygen through our bodies in a single day
Then we ever have in a year of back to back TV nights in
Eating the monster munch we stole from The Goat and Boot
Somehow made the X-factor finals more tolerable that night

And now here we are years later, sitting on Ikea summer deals
Keeping our obedient eyes on ITV around half 5
We might as well be dead as flies take hostage in our mouths
Oh hubby can’t it be as it was before?
The thrill of dodging a 3 month sentence
While toting a basket of paninis we won’t even eat

I hear your pleas loud and clear
As we fade away into the leather of our seats
So the next time we went on our monthly trail
A silent 20 minute torture down to the big Tescos
I’ll grab a box containing latest Furbbie toy from the shelf
And I’ll throw a wink your way to confirm your suspicions
And you’ll start to vibrate up and down with excitement
As we both start heading towards the door

I wouldn’t take a penny without you there
I wouldn’t scrump a crumb If your not around
It’s the only thing we had in common
It’s the only way to stop feeling so sullen

As Preformed By Domestic

– Lnc0

Lolita

Melting in the claustrophobic household heat,
dripping between sanity and the sickness
of a man salivating over scuffed knees.
Middle aged monotone drawls bounce
around the house enthusiastically
piercing my brain and blowing them in.
Sagged, wrinkling, shiny, plucked;
ravaged by sun and smoke and
the constant comparison to your dolly girl.
I push down my disgust and force affection,
with great effort, just to stay near her.
Her name bounces down my tongue,
silently, over and over until I can forget
you’re there; as you say:

“Oh, honey, take me away from here,
and her. The fading decor of my
fading life needs revamping;
as I blend in with the gaudy wallpaper.
She can hide behind heart shaped
glasses but I see the way she looks
at you. Her smooth innocence slips
through your fingers as she stands
4 foot ten inches in her slip on’s.
But, my love, if you just lie with me
then we can live the suburban dream.”

I’m scratching at my skin and inspecting
the bits of me under my nails; if the
definition of insanity is doing things
over and over and expecting different
results then I’ve fallen into insanity
for you, mon amour. The woman tries
to pull you away from me but you remain;
light of my life, fire of my loins and the
sequel to my young love. When she
died, I sought a replica and you are
her doppelganger. Come into me
love, struggle out of her clutches
and into my arms. I always imagine
you’d say:

“Take me away from the monotony
of not feeling special; I need to
stretch my lithe limbs and curl them
around your neck. Drive the car
down the highway, blow dust in
my face and stow me away in a
sleazy motel. I won’t ever get
bored of these games we play;
I don’t know the rules but, please,
show me. I’m already broken,
what damage could you do?”

I’m melting,
stagnating,
wanting,
waiting.
It was love at first sight,
at last sight,
at ever and ever sight.
Most of the universe
is made of taboos and
inevitability.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

As performed by Domestic

– Francesniff

There’s Majesty In The Art Of Doing Nothing

Gorging on the flavours of a grass reed
The tip of my hat blinding of the worlds evils
Like shirtless apes poking a ball around
While sniffing the skirts of innocent passers-by
And low end music students butcher Skinny Love
In the hopes of finding validation in their life choices
While the ladies parade the cobble catwalk
With shoestring outfits on a shoestring budget

I live for them milliseconds chances
Where the ends of our arm hairs collide
If just for a fraction, while we try and get comfortable
It’s the perfect catalyst for the event
Where the gravity between us grows more intense
A mysterious phenomenon that we can’t explain
I better hold onto your hand dear
Before you float away from us, into the stars unknown

Conversations flow like butter
Our limbs tangle like taffy
Subjects slide away like grease
Smiles behind fringes like sugar
Top it off with caricature descriptions
Slathered head to toe with syrup

Barraged by thoughts of tracing fridge magnet drawings on your side
Whilst you stand just outside of my bedroom window
Your silhouette contrasting with the collapse of the day time
Like a monument erected behind a cathedral stain window
Trying to keep away from miles away, my current Everest
There’s nothing I can do, I have to abandon my cool, and gush to you

With my limbs and tongue infused with velocity
I offer refuge from the English weathers tantrum
We could widdle away the hours trying to find the moles on our arms
Playing thumb wars, I spy and analyse the dye in our eyes
Because if you ask me there’s an art in wasting time
With the most immaculate company a boy could hope to find

~Dedicated To Esme~