It’s 10.15 on a Friday night and excitement builds all around.
Saturday Waits as the promise of Spidermen and Caterpillars abound.
Like all those Japanese Babies who tumbled through the gate,
I Burn for tales of Cagey Tigers and Dogs who Shake.
And then I am reminded, as I Move To The Beat,
Why you Imaginary Boys always look so good enough to eat.
I’m So Glad I Came. That I finally made it to A Night Like This.
If only it could end with Just One (Strawberry) Kiss.
Alas, I am cast adrift to the Edge of the Deep Green Sea.
Wondering Why I Can’t Be You and not so Lost and Lonely.
The Cure
Bellahouston Park
Glasgow
16.08.2019
Robert
Your
melancholic
madness
dances
rings
around
my
heart
As
you
smudge
your
eyes
with
kohl
And
slash
your
lips
with
crimson
Speechless
There is so much
I want to tell you
So many things
I want to share
But my tears flow
all over again
When I realise
you’re not there
Eternity
Counting the days
Counting the hoursYou bring the wine
I’ll bring the flowersCounting the minutes
Counting the secondsWe’ll both take a pill
As eternity beckons
‘Slip Away, Quietly’
All happiness
is fleeting
All sadness
is depleting
I’m no
longer competing
From sanity
I’m retreating
New Life
I’m still
nowhere
near the
same she
said
Something
inside me has
permanently
changed
I can no
longer
play
your game
she said
Unless a
new life
can be
arranged
Reassured
The relief
is palpableMy anxiety
is pacifiedOur normality
is restoredThank fuck
you replied
Tarnished
That ring
you gave
me has
slowly
turned
my finger
greenA more
appropriate
metaphor
for our
relationship
I have
never seen
Only Sadness Remains
I wander barefoot
in the rain
Trying to wash
away your stain
Now that I’m left
in eternal pain
I’d give anything
to laugh again
It Should Be Me
Looking
up
to
the
sky
Tears
falling
as
I
cry
Asking
over
and
over
why
Will
you
forever
pass
me
by
Cops & Robbers
Caught with
my hands
in the
sweetie jar
I retreat,
shamefaced,
when I
hear a
police car…
Who the
fuck has
called
the cops?
I’ve only
stolen
a couple
of pear
drops…
Power
I’ve walked
along
this road
before
Feeling
lonely
and
insecure
At least
this time
I know
for sure
You
cannot
hurt me
anymore
Each Time We Meet
Why isn’t
it me,
she asks,Why can’t
it be us?For I
already
love another,
he says,As her
dreams
crumble
to dust.
Undefeated
You might
not be
speaking
to me
But I know
you’re
speaking
about me
That
means
I win
08.08
So it’s another birthday
And what a day it has been
If I’d have known last year
What I know now
I would have jacked it all in
But I suppose now it’s time
At this ripe old age
And much to my chagrin
To find a way of moving forward
And discover the strength within
Childhood Memories
I got lost on my
eighth birthday.
Sometimes
I wonder
what would’ve
happened,
if I’d never
been found.
Birthdays
The older I get
The more I realise
I never wanted to be here
In the first place
Out of Shape
In a world full of cubes,
I’m a dodecahedron.
Overly complicated.
Good Enough
So I’m good enough
to speak to today?
Now all your friends
have gone away?
Well I’ll hold my tongue
and try to be nice.
But you’ll find my lenience
will come at a price.
Over
Time will heal
Hearts can mend
Until then accept
This is the end
Stale (mate)
You
deserve
lessI
deserve
moreWe’re both
fucked either waySo let’s
call it a draw
Temple Bar
The hordes gather outside your hotel window.
Laughing,
Joking,
Having fun.
You wish you had the guts to be more like them.
Prettier,
Funnier,
More confident.
Instead you’re sitting in here alone with the curtains drawn.
With nothing but your ‘I Hate People’ badge for company.
Perpetual Brightness
This heat is exhausting,
It’s too much for me to bear.
My feet feel like they are on fire,
Sweat dripping from my hair.
I sit and pray for some relief,
Perhaps a cool calming breeze.
Something to help me ease the pain,
A salvation from this awful disease.
Hand Luggage
This weight
is too heavyIts burden
is too greatYet I struggle
on regardlessResigned
to my fate
Getting Dressed
I could
put on
a smile
Or put
on a
dress
But why
should I
bother?
Who is
there to
impress?
The Burden
If
only
I knew
what to do
I
would
not be so
reliant on you
If
only
I knew
how to grieve
It
would be
so much easier
to let you leave
If
only
I knew
who to be
I’d
thank you
for your help
then set you free