28 September, 2009 at 14:31 (Uncategorized)

You say the woods are lonely
but I have only found them lovely
and dangerous
with curious creatures
– ready to poison at a moments notice
and swamps
– ready to swallow.
I have found them full whilst you wandered
alone.
Terrified of the solitude
which I longed for
and which you squandered,
alone.
I have found the woods
full
and lovely
covered in snow
ready to kill.
I wander them freely,
you wander without will.

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28 September, 2009 at 13:32 (Uncategorized)

Did we pass the time wherein we could have chosen?
Are we settled now and set upon our courses?
It is the sucker punch of the subconcious
that causes us to run aground
you can choose if we choose let me choose.

But we’re settled into narrowness
along this dreadful river
and it’s canalised along the banks an so
the round house kick most unexpected
takes us all aglowing and bends us when we expected breakage
never so
it bends us so we never seem to notice
all the while along though, we know.

It’s a sucker-punch of the subconcious
which says we cannot choose
oh let me choose
and you can choose if we choose let us choose.

Open our eyes to the canalised banks
and return from the river to the seas
I’ll play in the shallows whilst I have to
but someone needs to sail the deeps and be free,
all these rivers so eagerly kept.
All these manicured lawns and canals with no depth

its the sucker punch of the subconcious

now let me choose if I can choose oh let us choose.

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Scraps

27 September, 2009 at 22:58 (Uncategorized)

when the sun is spread across the sky…
Oh you and I and you and I and you and I

Alice said to Christopher that they should walk
and so they did
Christopher said to Alice that they should talk
and so they did
and when the day was over
they turned to each other and said

isn’t this where we came in?
And didn’t she do just the same to you?
And are you reading this again?
Have you vanished and what precisely have I ever…

…the mermaids singing each to each,
I do not think that they will sing to me

Did you ever sing to me?
Or did I only think we had communication?
and was I lying when I said…

Alice curled up in Christopher’s arms,
Christopher smiled at Alice’s charms,
and so they did for each other
all the day through
whatever it is that friends like that do
and the others all laughed behind their hands
and spread rumours about…

shall I part my hair behind,
do I dare to…

and do I dare and do I dare and do I dare?

are you there? I can’t do this anymore,
I wasn’t lying when I said…

the women come, the women go, the women dance from room to room

I wasn’t lying
You’re not listening,
why is it that we best commuicate in fragments?
I long for those moments when we understood

Alice looks at Christopher and he knows just what she said
Christopher’s voice echoes within Alice’s head
They curl up together in the centre of their world
and everything around them…

You’re not listening,
you’re only reading the words you want to read
You aren’t listening to me
but then am I hearing you?
I wasn’t when we tried to,
please lets try again
don’t leave me like this,
can we just make up
and ignore all of his…

the sun sets over the ocean
the mermaids are within their shells
and I shall walk upon the beach
with my trousers rolled

Alice and Christopher fall asleep

whilst I beat my fists at my inabilities.

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Christopher

2 September, 2009 at 23:17 (Uncategorized)

Kissing Alice by the gate,
with lips that taste of sweets,
planning an expotition
in between the kisses.

Kissing Alice by the gate,
over and over again,
just in case they’ve changed
in between the kisses.

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Tripping

2 September, 2009 at 23:14 (Uncategorized)

I wasn’t expecting
this trip,
just a few moments gone
into the house,
breathed in
the hotbox atmosphere
and tripping into the night
I left.
Have I left?
I didn’t leave yet did I?
I wasn’t expecting
those eyes,
just a few moments
more and this trip
is most unexpected.

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