In Darkness

28 December, 2009 at 14:58 (Uncategorized)

In darkness then
and the glory yet to come.
In darkness then
and unseen.

My path tied to yours
and my steps
once promised
still to be made.

In darkness then
and the glory yet to come
In darkness then
and not mine.

We are here
and we will be here
waiting for the end
of all of time.

In darkness then.

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Larkin and I Differ

28 December, 2009 at 00:32 (Uncategorized)

I am too tired to write this
Too full of lost hope?
Too full of blindness
to think that Larkin could ever
refer to you
in the yellow shopkeeper
in the dude
who lets the girl down
before the hero wanders into town.
I keep reading,
Larkin says that books
are a load of crap.

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Ode To Weasel

18 December, 2009 at 14:04 (Uncategorized)

I love your exuberance
and the way you tell stories
I love your enthusiasm
and many more things
But this morning you got me
escorted from Morrisons
and the staff there
indicated their suspicion
that I was pissed.

Rather than buying vodka
and completely floored
(I mean this very literally)
by suddenly having to say hello
to your mother.

I loved your cheerful explanation
and completely appreciate
you could not see that
you passed the phone over
just
as I bent down and grabbed
very large bottles.
The timing was perfect
as I froze and tried not to slip
very aware the bottles were glass.
Your mother may not appreciate
that my first words to her
were death threats to you
her first-born.

However, I believe that
being on my knees
on a slippery supermarket floor
trying to make sure my would-be purchases
did not smash all over the drinks aisle
may mitigate this somewhat.

Your voice was very cheerful,
nay amused
as I could see the Morrisons staff
exchanging glances, and finally,
heading over towards me.
I had to hang up
to try and explain
that I had merely been taken by surprise
by a man who’s sense of humour
sometimes diverges from mine.

Unfortunately,
given the tight grip
I had on the bottles of vodka
this may not have been believed.
And I was rather escorted
from the premises
without said bottles.

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What I Would Have Done Differently Last Night

16 December, 2009 at 11:26 (Uncategorized)

Kissed you this morning.

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14 December, 2009 at 13:22 (Uncategorized)

When I have something to say
Won’t you listen not just go away
But it’s as if
some naked robot pulls
you to her side
and I am left
as the one everybody may deride
for I am stuck
Like a rainbow painted grey
within the mists of silence.

I am lost, but I have more to say
And I can see you turning away
It is as if
that droneing radio
has some sort of pep to make you go
don’t leave my side
I have promised you this ride
and you have left
your choice
but don’t say I didn’t promise you a voice
you chose
to stay in silence.

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Howl On The Wind

12 December, 2009 at 00:21 (Uncategorized)

I am myself
I am myself
Can no one else hear the wind
I am myself and the laughter
on the edge of sight
as I am taken
beyond myself
on the floor
your cock in my mouth
can no one else hear
the laughter so pure
I am myself
I am myself
and the laughter is the howl
of self on the wind.

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Thoughts on Someone Who is Too Young by the Poet Affecting Pretentious Airs

11 December, 2009 at 15:44 (Uncategorized)

Oh there’s another one.
Shall I sleep with you too,
Did you lose interest?
Shame, and twenty two is
too long to wait.

I have some undefinable type,
and some undefinable blind spot,
when it comes to private and public
often ably demonstrated in bars
and my attitude to sex…

is probably best left alone.

Except, it is what I am good at,
my talent, were I to write myself down
would revolve around this
subliminal, numinal, indescribable thing
oh not to blow my trumpet and declare
I am good at this;
sport
game
communication

but I know that it is, special,
even if I cannot venerate it in those ways
deemed
normal.

And you,
are too young,
She is much more suitable an education.

But still,
not yet twenty two.

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What Do I Miss?

8 December, 2009 at 20:23 (Uncategorized)

What I miss
is what I always knew I would.
I miss
looking.
But then,
I always said I would.

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