Tag: relationships

You might want me in a bar sometime

And that’s okay I think that’s good I can see us discussing strategy who Will go to the toilet first we wouldn’t Go together and we’d linger awkwardly Or if no-one was there hold close and Kissing push into a cubicle and untying The door opens and we wait but

He’s a lovely lad but my advice remains

Forget him and find someone else easier And smoother I think but much less desirable Easier easy is good I think life is short and Love is long etc ah love easy don’t fall in love Easy though love is hard falling in love is Easy you wanna love easy

Twelfth Night Live and Online

There’s a love beyond a fuck that lasts And a fuck beyond love too short they Meet constantly like in a cheap Shake- spearian comedy mistaken and struck By tragedy but still living and awaiting True recognition these siblings these Comrades these necessary parts of one All mixed and split

Sir Harry Wotton

To God, I’m Ill You’re the universe but that’s just pain in me now Crying on the couch loveless and miserable sick I need a drop of Christ’s weepings or something It’s not a matter for hospital beds and hypodermics An ear of David’s seed to suck and chew so

Portraits of 19th Century politicians conceal half-remembered

Whispers from your lovesick lips and in the gallery standing I put my hands down to feel the blue carpet in your room And pulling at it rough the crunching sound of bunched fabric Under nails and your eyes wandering to me We both seem far too sober for this

I’m Not

Butcher boy you cut it to an act Some divine spark a mere and disgusting event In your fearful eyes and me some stunted stag, The gore of your knife-wielding hunter Splat on my little horns, mocking us both

A Red Handkerchief on Grass

i’m talking to you on the phone with the messages, you’re sending me them and I’m sleepy and in the bed and lying next to her and the sheets are up in me, the sun is coming through yellowy; outside the bed is cold inside the bed is warm you’re

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