17 June 2014
Dead Man
I write like a dead man
with knotted fingers
and a feeble grasp
I cast no reflection
into the pool of life
here on the outside
the far outside
there are no windows
waiting
no welcome in the hearth
and there are no songs
for dead men
to wrap their tongues around
.
15 June 2014
Pinocchio
“no-one fucks like that”
she said “unless they mean it”
I had given it
full expression
and I had meant it
in the heat of the moment with the fire in my loins but hers was not my
circus I treasured my
freedom and would not relinquish
it just because we were
good in bed
“what’s wrong?” “don’t you fancy me?” her eyes searched mine I averted shamefaced
my silence was evidence of my guilt I didn’t know what to
say the feeling just
wasn’t there well
that was my story and I stuck to it
that was the story I told and told over again until I forgot it was a lie it was a story of
innocence it was far from the
truth I have two glass eyes and a silver
tongue I can lie with the best and often do but most of the time I only deceive
myself with my selfish acts of
betrayal
23 May 2014
Dragons
for my head
Shug said
and gave me a wrap
for the pain
all fingers and foil
trembling slightly
I inhaled
the acrid smoke
burning lettuce
slipped easy
into grateful lungs
I was waiting
waiting on a wave
a cool dark one
to sweep me up
and lay me to rest
I smoked myself sick
but even that felt good
in fact everything
felt good
too good
and I saw that
a man could lose himself
chasing dragons
.
Only Dreaming
15 May 2014
No Angels
4 May 2014
Forbidden
Take a picture of this
We were holding hands
We had heavy heads
And happy hearts
We were stoned
In the regular variety
We rushed to the shore
The sea lapped at our feet
The wind tugged at our hair
We were immortal then
We were cleansed
Spotless as in infancy
The world had yet to find us
To bind us to convention
And condemn us - all three
For the love we shared
.