*act one* I’ve walked haunted streets for months everything carries the stain… holographic monograms threads and filaments handcuff my heart this old jail you *act two* down every road another ghost this whole town belongs I trespass with sadness weighed...

you’re an AK47, a lead loaded gun this won’t end well... you’re a dark knight on a suburban street you know you lines well you’re the king of discreet and somewhere between the poison and pain the sun’s sure to...

Iago bred deceit whispered lies drip-dropped his poison to multiply treachery with death not-too-nice this friend whose sword does knife his brother’s back in truth green-eyed snake hiss to twist in schizophrenic coloured coils this river you choose but to...