So tell me exactly
What it is
That she doesn’t understand
How you justify
Your roving eye
And your wandering hand
And I’ll tell you exactly
What it is
That really grinds my gears
How you can sit there
Without a care
Whilst she’s at home in tears
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
So tell me exactly
What it is
That she doesn’t understand
How you justify
Your roving eye
And your wandering hand
And I’ll tell you exactly
What it is
That really grinds my gears
How you can sit there
Without a care
Whilst she’s at home in tears
Fuelled by wine
And impure thoughts
I smiled as nature
Took her course
You will never be forgiven
For what you took from me
Not just my only lover
But my whole identity
And even though you did it
A near whole five years ago
I am yet to fully recover
Or let my seething anger go
The lights go out
In the blink of an eye
And there’s nothing left
But to say goodbye
You think you get it
But you never could
Because at his bedside
You never stood
Absence doesn’t make
The heart grow fonder
We just start to yearn
For what’s over yonder
And so we’re presented
With a question to ponder
Exactly which opportunity
Should we squander?
Please
excuse my
awkwardness
I know
I look like
quite the
amateur
I’m just
not sure
of the
etiquette,
yet
Let alone
all of the
vernacular
You do not need
To put me first
And I would never ask you to
But it would be nice
If, once or twice,
You thought of someone
Other than you
We need support
When traumatised
Not to be attacked
Or demonised
Something we wish
That you’d realise
When losing them
Leaves us paralysed
The lighter’s scritch
Scratches the itch
Of yet another
Nicotine hit
So I flick the switch
And cross the stitch
On yet another day
I didn’t quit
Tell me
That you missed me
Even
Just a touch
Because I know
I found
By not
Hanging around
That I missed you
Very much
Time’s tide
Is unforgiving
Not for the dead
But upon the living
Why are you so depressing
He said
Why are your words so dark
Because my life is fucking distressing
She said
And so, therefore’s, my art
If you find my words too dreary
Then just scroll on, my dear
‘Cause if you are looking for cheery
There’s nothing for you here
I guess you’re all there
Outside together
Enjoying the food
And this change in weather
Swapping your stories
Of the week’s events
As you wait for the last
Course to commence
Well don’t mind me
As I sit here and smoke
Hoping for the day
When you all choke
And die
At your wedding toast
Yesterday
I did not cry one bit
Even when I glanced
Upon your first dance
I held it in
With an iron like grit
For what I wouldn’t do
Is ever tell you
How seeing you so happy
Did hurt
And that, at times,
If just in my mind
I did wish your happy day cursed
IF ONLY
Why are you still fucking talking
Because the words out of my mouth have meaning
Yet your homespun philosophy bores me
At least I don’t feel compelled by needless preening
Do you think that this is it?
That our relationship is built on shit ?
Well, it’s you that cannot follow instruction
You know what ? I’m done, I quit !
I hope that isn’t an attempt at seduction
If only.
Written in collaboration with @Matt at aprolificpotpourri.wordpress.com ©2023
Here again
Drunk on wine
Dulling the pain
I feel inside
By staring deep
Into your eyes
Trying not to weep
While part of me dies
When we stood
Up there that day
And promised
We’d always be true
It seems all I proved
As our marriage concludes
Is that I’m a better liar
Than you
Let’s make love tonight
He said
Until we reach
The heights of heaven
Just fucking stick it in
She said
I’ve got to be up
At seven
“Touch And Go”
were i to ask
for truth,
which would
you spin?
The kind that
pushes
back…
or lets me in?
Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023
“Untitled”
time coasts past
like clouds of
dream
sweet spoken words
lost in-between
the truth’s not
really what it
seems,
so often bared,
but seldom
seen.
Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023
“But My Eyes Still See”
not every quiet’s
golden,
some grow rank
with mold,
blue blooming
with decay
with truths we’ve
fail to say.
Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023
“Not Too Rough”
she said she wasn’t
built for this
but was too smitten
to resist the risk,
stating “let’s just see what
happens”
numb from being flattered
and then flattened
by the well meaning
hands
of some overly
eager
man.
Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023
As you stand there
Wailing and weeping
Just be glad they’re all dead
And not just sleeping
Skin like milk
Lips cherry red
Your outline etched
Inside my head
Making no sound
Thinking only instead
Of when we’ll fall
Into your bed
A bond that was formed
Many years ago
A shared experience
Of misery and woe
And although we felt
Our ills in abundance
Still we emerged
Utterly triumphant
As you stood there,
Smiling,
In your kilt
My stubborn resolve
Began to wilt
And I laughed,
Wholeheartedly
She knew
How many
Were in
The drawer
So to achieve
Her goal
She knew she’d
Need more
Just
walk
away
And
don’t
look
back
(Self)
defence
really
is
The
best
form
of
attack
When those bands
Of old
Don’t speak to you
And the comfort
Of music
Is gone
It won’t matter
Where
Because
I’ll be there
To help you
Carry on
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