Coffin Nail
Cigarettes
You bitch
You were
Destroying
Me, sucking
The life
Outta me
Like I sucked
The fire
Outta you
And if I
Had one wish
It would be
That I had
The strength
To let you
Down easy
Or that you
Were somehow
Good for me
Trudge Back
In the mornings
I wake up
Tireder
Than when I went to bed
Like I am living opposite days
All the effort I am about to spend
And the stress of the day ahead
Loaded on my shoulders
Easing gradually, lifting from me
As each task is complete
Until I find myself in bed
Completely ready
Doom
Cruel,
Cruel fate
Alas that you
Could not let me grow old
And die with dignity
In a darkening world
A pimple
In my thirties
This should not be allowed
Watch Duty
Waiting for the bathroom door
In a very hip bar
With someone else’s beer in my hand
I see a painting of a fish
In a business suit
Screaming at the top of its lungs
And I think
Same here
Buddy
Samuel Maguire is a Brisbane author and professional bipolar-haver. His debut novel No Point in Stopping was published in 2018, and he has had work published in Stilts Journal, Scum Magazine and currently works as an editor for Tiny Owl Publishing.