*Inspo* Money - Philip Larkin Excerpt

I listen to money singing. It’s like looking down From long french windows at a provincial town, The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad In the evening sun. It is intensely sad.

Rainy Day Crepes

Mr. Crepe Man says I'm a nice person....
that he can tell by the way I smile.
and I want to smile
and tell him how it hurts,
how it hurts to fucking live.

But he's just a man who makes crepes,
and I'm just the stranger on the street,
wondering if someday it will get better.

- m.j.m

Crumbling

All I see is my family

Lips cradled on the bottle,

Like lover on lover

Tangled in knit polyester

As the clock strikes, Ringing

in the hour of chilled twilight;

Temporary sideline distractions,

their world’s latest attraction,

it's Midas’ touch

full of crumbling ash.


- m.j.m