Thursday, 26 August 2010
yeah it's raining
Since the decadence of heartache,
All assumptions move aside.
Conscious of my old mistakes,
I've somehow maintained pride.
A ship lurching out the harbour,
I push towards open seas,
Abandoning cheap ardours -
Determined to be free.
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
supermarket of dreams~~
Our stomachs are bigger than our eyes
in these small towns of concrete,
and there will be no victims here -
Our tongues are bigger than our stomachs,
and then the ascent is halted
by the Bus of Convenience.
Our stupidity is infectious.
Key sympton: a hundred dark nights
in this Mall of Absurdity.
Yes. Our knees are stronger than our hearts,
so we chase, as pixels, onwards,
to the Supermarket of Dreams -
Saturday, 21 August 2010
And Vulnerability
And vulnerability is never an excuse
For an absolute lack of self-respect,
So whilst you remain a petty victim
Of your own crude nonsense: I go on.
Thursday, 19 August 2010
poem written 9 a.m. on train this morning blah etc
We drank neat whiskey and wore your parents' clothes,
it was late, and you looked exceptionally handsome -
And although I knew that lovers were either fools,
or cowards, or both, I let you kiss me anyway -
August sank over us, riverbanks splintered;
then I caught you snatching a wink from a stranger -
But with the gates of my heart wide open,
my brain closed shut; and I was blind -
September came; it smirked,
shattering the whole dumb charade.
We haven't spoken since March,
And today I saw you, at Waterloo Station,
holding hands with the winking stranger -
He was sipping coffee, you were laughing,
he must have quite a sense of humour -
I wanted to walk over, to say hello,
yet somehow, I couldn't quite unstick my feet -
In a daze, I'd missed my train,
there frozen amongst the scream of London -
So I stood beneath the clock, watching.
My sad heart, it hummed -
Saturday, 7 August 2010
One more. Gotta go be social.
With a full heart and a half-empty glass,
I shall walk down the long lawn,
Across its shadows and patches of light,
And when I reach the house at its end,
I will remember the walk,
And how soft and damp the grass felt
Beneath my bare feet,
And how I knew I would find you
Waiting for me at the gate.
(Even if you are, for now, imagined.)
I shall walk down the long lawn,
Across its shadows and patches of light,
And when I reach the house at its end,
I will remember the walk,
And how soft and damp the grass felt
Beneath my bare feet,
And how I knew I would find you
Waiting for me at the gate.
(Even if you are, for now, imagined.)
Yeah, fake romance, again
After the willed amnesia
Of several glasses of wine
I sink into the armchair
And watch you
Flow through each room,
The embodiment
Of "beautiful,"
A teenage Midas,
And I'd rather not rhapsodise
But with you stood there,
Nonchalant, untouchable
-- Darling,
It's hard not to.
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