Piercing.

Another hot evening

Sweltering at work

Waiting the tables

Surrounded by jerks

Lots too clean

Lots to do

That’s when you notice

His eyes on you

You choose to ignore because

The boss is a little raw

Must have not slept much

His ego bruised and sore

More families arrive

Wanting spritz or sprite

You’ve got to be careful

To write those down right

Bloody pigeons attack the tables

The uneaten nuts a feast

Another glass falls to the floor

A danger to all the nude feet

Drinks are ready

The snacks are not

The sun blinds you

It’s too bloody hot.

 

The Englishman at the bar

Wants another beer

Shit he drinks too much

Why does he come here

You try to be nice

Flash a quick false smile

That’s when you notice

Your boyfriends eyes on you

 

Piercing and burning

Into the back of your head

The stare the anger

Does he want the Englishman dead

How can he be jealous

Of an old dinosaur like him

You are eighteen after all

Not fifty like him

 

Your co-workers are crazy

And a little spaced out

Always too slow at work

And no balls no doubt

Tiny tips from old aged pensioners

Who only come here to ogle

Fifty cents for a little show

Enough shit to make your blood boil

The notepad is missing

And the pen has ran out

The grill house is calling

Get the aperitifs out

Running around like a headless chicken

No time to see if your boyfriend is alright

You know he’s a little bit possessive

But you don’t need his shit tonight

 

Another beer for the Englishman

You wish he would fuck off home

It’s not your problem he’s an alcoholic

He’s out of his comfort zone

That’s when you feel your boyfriends

Ever piercing stare

If he stared any harder

He would disintegrate your hair

 

Piercing and burning

Into the back of your head

The stare the anger

You hope he wants the Englishman dead

Leaning against the bar

For hours on end

A dark shadow of hopelessness

That drives you around the bend

 

Fuck you have burnt the sandwiches

No longer toast but annihilated

The sink full of endless dirty glasses

The boss is watching the football match

Just when things start to get busy

You find yourself in the kiosk alone

Everybody has an excuse to do nothing

Posting a new update on their phone

So you get nervous and you look sweet

But you don’t get yourself too uptight

Bottles of water for the kiddies

It’s definitely going to be a long night

Five second breather

Clean your glasses again

Check the beer of the Englishman

Tonight he’s not being a pain

Look over to your boyfriend

Your eyes interlock

What is he actually thinking

Would it come as a shock

Do you love him and his stare

Piercing so deep into you

What would his reaction be

When you tell him that you are through.

 

Holiday.

Everyone needs to get away

Take a break, a holiday

To relax to breathe

To meditate in self belief

Far from bosses and work

And old aged jerks

On a beach with a drink

Nowhere near a bloody sink

No tables to wait on tonight

No running or fussing or fretting

Nobody to get on your nerves

No one to do your head in

You have a plan

For your man

But he won’t like

What you are going to say

But that is not for now

That is for after the holiday.

You have been called callous for being here

On holiday with him without the cheer

He’s paying for everything you need

The hotel the drink and weed

You are going to relax as much as you can

Hope he drinks too much and sleeps

Trying not to succumb to his demands

You just have to get through the week

Paranoia wasn’t on the menu

It definitely wasn’t in your plan

You thought he would be invisible

How well do you know your man?

You thought he would not be around

And never by your side

Unfortunately he was always next to you

I love you, she lied

He was no fool

He know the rules

The eye contact wasn’t there

He knew what she was thinking

Long before the drinking

She hid behind her hair

He let it go not to make a scene

It was so hard dating a teen

With emotions raw

And wisdom teeth

He didn’t want a petty argument

None of the insults for fun

He gritted his teeth until shower time

Then the damage was done

He shouted bitch

She expected whore

The rattle was out of the pram

As he slammed the door

This is our holiday

Our moment in the sun

So why did you come here

Without your suitcase of fun

It was all coming out

The frustration had mounted for weeks

His eyes were cartoonish

She just got red in the cheeks

So you like older men now huh?

I hope you have a large supply full of Viagra

Is it the easy money you want

He doesn’t seem to own a Jaguar

If I’m a loser then what is he

Always drunk and so unhappy

You want to nurse the fucker back to health

I thought you wanted money and wealth

She stuttered she stammered she screamed

This is not how the plan went

She wanted fireworks at the end of the week

This way the holiday would be bleak

Maybe she misjudged him

Maybe he loved her after all

Why does he keep mentioning the English cunt

When he literally means fuck all

She just wants space and liberty

She doesn’t want anyone near

She was searching for words to speak

But not one came to her

She only thought about the evening meal

She was really pining for a pizza

But after all this spit and battle

Would he still actually pay for her

Three star hotel fourth floor

View of the courtyard lots of back doors

Shit stained sheets and crispy linen

He was heading for the bloody balcony…

Fall from grace

What the hell is happening

This isn't going to plan

The air smells of danger

Why can't you stand by your man?

The air is knocked out of you.

Everything is a blur

This is out of control

What is he doing over there

Wait stop come back

What do you plan to do

I know I've been erratic

But I still love you

He turned around to stare

His eyes burrowing into your soul

Why do you say such filth

When all I mean is fuck all

You have your family

And you love your friends

Why am I the Monster

When everything ends

Where is the future you promised me

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Darren Hobson
Bildmaterialien: Darren Hobson
Cover: Darren Hobson
Lektorat: Darren Hobson
Korrektorat: Darren Hobson
Satz: Darren Hobson
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 29.09.2022
ISBN: 978-3-7554-2187-0

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This is dedicated to all the people I once loved, all the people I should have loved and most of all the people that it was forbidden to love.