she's so heavy

 

I was aware for quite some time     my favourite lover      was no friend of mine       when the lights went out      and she went to ground     I knew it was over     but I followed her down     the promise of pudding     burned in my loins      when she took my ambitions       and swallowed them whole       maybe it’s a good thing        she no longer comes around       her love was so heavy    it made me feel old      some kinds of love      like poison flows      I’m nobody’s fool    but it just goes to show     that promises may glitter    but that don’t make them gold

*image: Gustav Klimt ‘Judith The Head Of Holofernes’.

simpatico

I could have tried harder    but I couldn’t be arsed    I take things in my stride     or I don’t take them at all    we talked the house down     about man, and god, and love     how everywhere in the world they hurt the little girls     but you’re not a little girl     only your pride got hurt      you told one colossal lie     but I don’t blame you at all     we were never simpatico     I think we both know that     but I have no regrets     that I can squawk about

good friday

was that love?     was it ever love?     transmitted from a distance      cloaked in the mysterious     it was a far greater thing…      and all that signifies    to sacrifice yourself     and the love the act implies    I said I’d give my life for you       but that was not enough    I had to forsake my family    and purchase your affections       with promissory notes…

liquid energy

she said I had potential      in the form of liquid energy      the kind that runs right over      to saturate the page      in a red hot flush of synergy      she loved the cut       of my druggy cliché mystery       and though that stuff is history       she said it all so sexily      that I didn’t really mind        and we made love      in the shadow of the gallows       on a bed of poisoned arrows     they say that lust is blind      of that there is no doubt      she poured my head       into a bowl of wild piranha        she peeled back my banana       smiled once for the camera        and snuffed my candle out

 

orphans

it’s been a long time now    but some things never change    you took the road with me     with expectations that would tear us apart     you knew how to live       I knew how to dance     I promised you much      but I think I lied   I don’t believe     and I will not serve       I’m not afraid of being alone        I’m not scared of making mistakes       I crawled on broken glass     to get where I am now       my mistakes are portals     to new discoveries     I found myself   all on my own     I drowned in the ocean     you placed between us      I bled for your lies when you found another       but I wished luck in your new adventure    god grant you some peace    on your journey home