Darren Pickering (Goodnight D) Poems

I wanna be the sweetner in your tea, the bit of broken bottle in your knee.
I wanna be the heart that skips a beat, I wanna be the hard skin upon your feet.

I wanna be the one you can't ignore, I wanna be the hinge on your bedroom door. I wanna be the one who sweet talks you, I wanna be the one who kills the blues. I wanna be the one stuck in reverse, I wanna be the lining in your purse.
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You lied she said. Single stale crust of bread. She traced the frown lines on my head. I love the seagulls' cries she said.
She spread butter under peanut butter. My bladder wilted I pissed the bed: I need to find dry land she said!
Mine was verging on a heart that bled. Single stale crust of bread.
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Watch out! I'm powered by red lentils and some kind of black eyed kidney bean.
Watch out! I'm powered by organic ratatoue, and some kind of well groomed aubergine.
Watch out! I'm powered by thick stemmed rhubarb and a fistful of cabbage leaves.
Watch out! I'm a man of tofu, I'm a vegan mean machine.
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I was destined to fly again. I didn't know exactly when or precisely how, but I was going to fly again. Just thought it was going to be with you.
It was going to take waking up again like scrunched up paper, like chopped up liver. But I was going to fly again.
Unhelpful late night texts: could have wallpapered the walls with them! I refused to move from my position at the window.
I was going to fly again. Just thought it was going to be with you.
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Coffee drinking chocolate muffin eating corporate sponsored child friendly especially bendy 12 hour 7-day accessible extremely pettable deliciously docile coffee shops' very own trade brand snake. When she peels off her skin it peels off like warm caramel. Polystyrene plastic coated cardboard eating milkshake monitoring East Anglian inbred hippopotamus of west African descent. Mini ball-bearing, bead swallowing anti gobshite medicated tusk hard toucans: roll up roll up! Carrot fed baby parrots going for a song.
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Be someone's nailed on winner,
Be someone's gravy dinner, Be someone's Last Supper. Be someone's millionaire with pumped up muscles and plastic hair. Be someone's faceless clown, Be someone's blood-stained dressing gown. Be someone's cheeky pin-up Be someone's rosey chin-up. Be someone's party ring, Be someone's final fling, Be someone's wherewithal Be someone's nice and tall.Be someone's empty cheer Be someone smiling Brigadier. Be someone's favourite track, Be someone's cold press upon their back. Be someone's dust left on the shelf if that all fails Be someone else.
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