Kids – Howl Davies

‘Look alive, kid’
You say it in a righteous waiver,
my own words, they sounded better
when I used them,
back around the time when I was
itching for control
in a burned-out car I saw, then stole,
stitching patterns onto worn out leather
you know damn well I said it better.

But I’m not here to argue
rather, I came to bid farewell
and after one last night of just reproach,
of threats, of quotes, of knocking up
another pretend pornographic actress,
who’s hacking at her limbs and laughing
about her matchstick sepia fantasies.

And after that has come and passed,
the headache over, there is one last
thing that must be said –
I hope I’m never here again.
Sure it’s been fun, but I am fucking tired
and I’ve barely scratched at twenty
and my body’s giving up on me,
and I’m mangled, twisted, dented,

and I’ve said this almost daily,
I have repented and I have found the light,
as a deathbed atheist, hallelujah,
but it would never get past you,
compulsive lying, it comes and goes,
because when I’m honest, I’m cruel and I just
don’t quite know what balance to adjust to,
and I think far too much about this and

irrelevant childhood pyres,
that shouldn’t’ exist but still I always
push for them to form a place
in a black-lit tone in a worn-out space,
but all I know with certainty is that
if you’re looking for a heartfelt goodbye
I didn’t come here to deliver that
I just came here to leave,
and that’s all, kid,
goodnight.


[Howl Davies is the creator of The Sounds Inside.]

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

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