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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