Every photo throws stones at me
Cracking the ice surrounding each memory
Frozen in shame, frozen out of mind
The house with no holiday snaps
Photos up to twelve years old
Teenage omissions obvious, awful
Photos of friends, by friends for friends from friends
Facebook an outlet for idiocy that never ends
And pictures of you fucking your brothers’ wife’s mother
Should never be taken, so CCTV takes care of it
There are no lies anymore
Everything is discovered
Every affair and hidden lover
Every secretive night cocksucker
Lips puckered around another illicit deal
Excuses die breathless, gasping through developing fluid
As the acetone brings the truth to the surface
And the web cams tell every boy and girl
That their partners were not hair washing, bad back copping out
And the songs were good but the atmosphere was worse than nowt
The photo snapped of me asking the big girl for a fuck
Is better than a video recording, the words are not there
“I was just saying hi, her shock is a surprise, she was just pleased to see me”
Photos are far away children smashing the bulbs of a smile
Pictures of lilies on a rank pond in an old garden
Threaten to ligate my broken heart, allowing it to carry on
When it’s so much easier for it to bleed its last few tears
Then the times it was fine come to mind and try and define the thin line
That divides both sides of my life
All is forgotten, everything is remembered
Everything is right, always it’s wrong
And the juxtapositions never end
No photos please, I’m a legend
And lunchtime is over sonny boy
And the taxi is here
All ciggies smoked
Yet the ashtray of life remains empty
The last time, drunken, drooling bile
“he looked so handsome with his valium eyes, motorbike boots and pajamas”
The best compliment I ever had and I never got a picture