At home, relaxing

Lost the hope of battle,

fragments of another's time

spent in isolation

Ice cold fingers

slipping under skin

fault line tremors 

under Oceans

waves in chaos

adrenalin spin

feel the doubt of 

missing limbs,

phantom ejaculation

crossword puzzles in

my sleep

cryptic connotations

tobacco tin's got the blues,

an empty bottle's useless stare

contemplate

in greasy mould

a dozen meals, forgotten

painted brickwork

scars the mantle

ashes die in flame,

nothing said,

no-one home,

another day of me.

Reviews

[PaintedBirdy]

why is Oceans capitalized???? i can't figure it out, lol. but this poem is awesome. my favorite part was when you said phantom ejaculations. i'm still laughing.

[gram linski]

Thanks for finally reviewing, glad you enjoyed, the capital O was a type O, don't sweat, and phantom ejaculations are an actual thing, cheers

[PaintedBirdy]

i'll cheers to that! sorry for my behavior otherwise!

[kentuck14]

And you call this relaxing!!!??? What happens when you are in high gear!!!??? At my age "phantom ejaculations" are a reality!! Your poems remind me of an old time singer/songwriter, Tom Watts.
T

[gram linski]

Thanks T, I love Tom Waits, high praise, *It' not a sin to shake off your skin and dance around in your bones,* with that song in mind have another read, haha

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I get this one (for a change). That feeling that the battle is not worth it, that getting out there and seeking love is a wasted task and instead sitting at home in a proverbial heap, content with the bottle and a f*g and .................................wink, wink!

[gram linski]

wank, wank, lol, speaking of which, do you have any spare change,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yeah, its called Brexit!

[Chris Shaw]

Blimey. Don't invite me round. That is a depressing existence. You need to get out more. Packs a punch. Makes my life seem positively exciting, even cleaning up after the kids. Sounds stressful to me.

Chris

[gram linski]

Today was a good day, lol,