4 Poems by Scott Cumming

Punk Noir Magazine

1. Tapped Out

I’m tapped out

and strapped down

Searching for a noun

some fuckin’ sound

I can utter

spit

to dig myself from this shit

one more time

The clue I won’t make it

is propped by the door

the industrial sized

bag of lime

Point spreads too thin

It’s all rigged

and I never twigged

Sunk deeper

‘til they were sick

of chasing me

breaking me

Knowing my sorry ass

will never have a dime

No Garnett magic

not even that tragic

They quit

yet I forfeit.

2. Mirror Kissers

Our eyes meet

in the mirror

Gazes caught

between the lines

wondering

who’ll go first

which of us

will lift our curse

They see another

filthy hanger-on

Don’t notice you

barely holding on

These elephant legs

tying the room together

centrepiece

borne of

your latest masterpiece

more essential

than breathing

more revitalising

than any sleep

no words

worth speaking

this straw

now part of our being.

3. Stab Wound Tattoo

Though glass separates us

still I feel your finger running

along the scar you gave me

the stab wound tattoo

announcing I belong to nobody but you.

4. Reminiscing

You never forget the first person

to give a fuck about you

The fact he was a mafia don

leaves me trying to figure out

if it was a blessing or a curse.