Random #132

‘I can’t believe that life’s so complex

When I just want to sit here and watch you undress’

La Petit Mort

I don’t have to say it

You already know what I mean

Let’s to go to bed

To forget that he’s dead

And everything else in between

Come-Hither

Let’s just stop being coy

And jump right into bed

For in there we can both enjoy

A very different game instead

Liquid Fun

So I’m due to leave

The house today

Off out with my friends

To play

Whilst enjoying, perhaps

A wine or two

I’ll try my best

To forget about you

Jigsaws

You should be here with us. 

Reciting these stories,

Reminding us of the facts,

Pointing out the details,

Bringing these memories to life.

We didn't realise, back then,

We'd need to remember it all.

As one day you wouldn't be here,

To connect the dots...

(Originally Posted 13.03.2019)

Vodka

Poor
me

Poor
me

Pour me
another

I don’t
want to
go home

(Originally Posted 10.05.2019)

Wounded

They
say
you
shouldn’t
write
when
drunk

But
what
else
will
help
deal
with
this
funk?

At
least
beer
allows
me to
release
that
valve

And my
heart,
somewhere
along
the
line,
to
salve

99 Bottles

The
only
way
I know

That
the
weekend
is here

Is to
put
on my
favourite
record

And
sink
a crate
of beer

Possibilities

I’m
going out
tonight

To
remind
myself
to live

I’m also
hoping to
forget

What I
know
I can’t
forgive

The Bargain

Who knows
when our
time will
come

But I fear
it’s not
just yet

For you
have to
forgive
yourself

And I
have to
forget

Week 34

You all think
I’ve forgotten,
but you
have no idea.

I could never
be that tasteless,
or so fucking
insincere.

Promises

I promise myself
never again
every time
and every time
I believe it.

But the truth is
forgetting you is
a promise
I am powerless
to keep.

Travel

It doesn’t matter where in the world you go.

How beautiful the country you visit,

How fascinating the people you meet,

How much booze you drink.

You can’t run away from your thoughts.

You might have a different view from your window but your soul will remain as black as the night sky and, beneath it all, you’ll still be the same fuck up you always were.

Travel solves nothing.

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