I, for one, am excited
He said
To see how this night will end
I’m not going to have sex with you
She said
But I would like to be your friend
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I, for one, am excited
He said
To see how this night will end
I’m not going to have sex with you
She said
But I would like to be your friend
And so it falls
Another New Year’s Day
Yet this feeling of loss
Never fades away
With the cèilidh danced
And whisky swirled
Now we’ve got all
The time in the world
Anyone else
Sick of this shit
Just miserable and irked?
I don’t know about you
But feeling like I do
I’d rather be back at work
At the end
Of the platform
They huddle
Snapping a photo, or two
They enjoy
A wee kiss
And a cuddle
Before the next train passes through
I really tried
Hard today
But nothing ever
Goes my way
Even when I pretend
I’m okay
Things fall to shit
Anyway
What day even is it?
She said
As she opened the fridge door
I’ve got no idea
He said
But I can’t eat any more
It’s funny how things turn out
She said
As she tugged on her costume straps
When I was here
Last year
She said
My mind had all but collapsed
I knew after I’d entered the water
She said
That there would be no doubt
As I had decided
Feeling like I did
Death was the only way out
But these last few months I have learned
She said
Through medication and therapy
Having survived that blip
A communal dip
Is now more than enough for me
It’s never as bad
As you think it’ll be
All sitting around
The Christmas tree
As long as you have
A beer, or two
To dull the pain
And see you through
What would you like
For Christmas he asked
His smile
A million miles wide
I just need the strength
To carry on
She wholeheartedly replied
It may be the season
To be jolly
But for this heathen
There is no such folly
How did it come to be
He said
That you no longer care
Because I chose to live carefree
She said
And turned my back on despair
I couldn’t get a photo
She said
But I promise you, it’s true
She was there legs akimbo
Lips stuck to his like glue
I cannot quite believe it
She said
He just doesn’t seem the type
But now that you have seen it
Does it live up to the hype?
Let me put it this way
She said
From the look upon her face
I think it would be safe to say
He doesn’t get many complaints!
What I’ve got for you depends
He said
On if you’ve been bad or good
I couldn’t give a fuck
She said
And haven’t since childhood
Hold on to your baubles
He said
Santa’s coming to town!
Well, let’s hope he fucking dawdles
She said
Because all I can do is frown
OK, OK
I’ll stay alive, today
But as for tomorrow
Well, who knows…
Do you know what I have learned
She said
In all my time here on this earth
Forget about the bridges you’ve burned
She said
And value your own self worth
What a ridiculous way
To spend a day
Let alone
A lifetime
It’s not that I don’t trust
The fortuitous hands of fate
But I would just prefer it
If I didn’t have to wait
As another day fills
Me with dread
Intrusive thoughts
Inside my head
I wish that I
Could stay in bed
And sleep
For a thousand years instead
With my head left reeling
I can’t help but feeling
It’s not worth it,
Anymore
Most of the time
I do quite wells
Smile on my face
Everything swell
But when those tears
Decide to fall
The reality is
There’s fuck all
I can do
To save myself
From drowning
It strikes me as you speak
She said
Just how unhappy you are
And I haven’t even been
He said
That forthcoming so far
Please, talk softly today
She squeaked
I’ve got a really sore head
Then perhaps you should’ve considered
He said
Staying in last night instead!
One more drink
That’s all you need
For stories to tell
And wisdom to heed
One million men
Could lay in my bed
But you’d still be the one
Stuck in my head
Even if I tried
A million women instead
I wouldn’t even be vaguely
Interested
Turning up here
An armful of beer
The epitome of niceness
But the look on your face
As I call you a disgrace
Is absolutely fucking priceless
Here again
Home alone
Pacing, waiting
By the phone
Hoping to hear
That familiar tone
And to read our date
Has been postponed
Now it’s back
To the city
Surrounded
By smog
And so this
Little ditty
Ends
Our travelogue
Join me
He said
By the fire
It’s cold outside
And the rain, dire
Thank you
She said
But I’d better not
As you wouldn’t want
What I have got
Around the coast
And to the beach
To scratch an itch
Nothing else can reach
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