05 feb 2019, Social Brew

Updated: Feb 25, 2019

Flat White. It's always the slamming of doors that gets to me.

The ease of departure.

The simplicity of distance.

The cruelty of silence.

It's always the ones slamming doors

that get on my chords

in complete disharmony

- a music of the devils

in my head, going


It got to the point where

I see doors closed and I wonder

if it was by choice or by ignorance.

There - this is my take on

slam poetry.