Let’s talk. Let’s kiss. Let’s walk on water and miss each other’s hands. Let’s get lost. Let’s find home. Let’s acquiesce to the wind’s commands. Let’s not run from talks of marriage. Let’s check in our baggage and stow it out of sight on a flight that never lands. – © Sam Hunt, 2018 AdvertisementsRead more "Someone"
Visitors are intermittent. Their vision is restricted by the prison staff who inject them at reception. Blindfolded and vaccinated against asking the wrong questions, they see me briefly. I tell them that I’m fine, then lie by telling them I’m pushed for time. Once they leave I retreat slyly to the squalor and security […]Read more "Sewing Mailbags"
I’m an artist. I’m important. No one knows me. My boss will replace me promptly if I die tomorrow. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "I’m Only Alive Because I Haven’t Got the Balls to Kill Myself"
You’re like the purple hue of a night sky. Without you the dark consumes me and I’m blind to what makes life worth living. Shine on, if only as the moonlight in my mind. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "Stay a While"
Blue made away for grey again. Waves were swapped for pavements and tarmac, the blackness of pollution in place of fresh sea air. What a state of affairs to be anchored inland yet crave to see horizons from the sand. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "Home Like Vice"
Call me when you’ve given up, when “the one” has stood you up again and Prince Charming is fading like a dream in morning. Drop me a line when you’ve dropped your standards and I’ll dampen your disappointment to the best of my ability. – © Sam Hunt, 2018Read more "Compromise"
In the mirror I see grey hair. I’m twenty-six but I don’t care, I may as well be dead and so we may as well be wed. I care less about our first date than I do my sell-by date, so let’s get hitched in haste; let’s marry out of fear lest we’re ditched as […]Read more "Settle Down"