Adequate

I’ll never have

The perfect body

I’ll always be

An imperfect soul

So to get through each day

Without further decay

That

Is the fucking goal

‘You In The Jesus Sandals’

“If I was to ever

Look for another muse

It wouldn’t be you

Who I would choose

For I’d much rather

Pick someone smart

With the open mind of a Liberal

But without the bleeding heart”

At A Bedside, Desolate

There
is no
more
hope.

There
are no
more
dreams.

My life
continues
to fall apart
at the seams,

As I
lie here
thinking
of you.

Wondering
what the fuck
I’m supposed
to do.

Now.

‘Always So Lost In The Dark…’

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

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