A drunken ramble I thought I’d stick on here…
So the beats of the drum
I sweat, regret
Like a daffodil, I’m withering,
I sit still.
Disgusted at what gives me a thrill
There’s no peace where I am,
and in me there’s only rushing water,
and no damns.
Animals crying on the riverside,
And a disappointed fisherman
Who can’t lift nor raise
his life out of this
Perpetual bad phase
Riddled with doubt
He hopes for a trout
And I hope for a child
but pain reigns
and digs deep like Huntley
I could never leave sandcastles
I’d stamp on them whilst claiming to be heir
Fuck! I really need to dye my hair
A cow that needs
Is transformed into cheese,
can I have the grater please?
You’ve grated me, I’m shredded and torn
But I’ll look positive and not forlorn
Your spreadsheet and jab to prevent flu
Make it hard for me to relate to you
You’re troubled and your ways are lost
I’d join you for a drink but my charms do cost
Your broad beaned face and dimpled chin
reminds me of a night of sin
Meddling with cheese souffle and whiskey
you’re overpaid and I’m just frisky
Rioting without a hat
‘Shut up!’ Tony Blair spat
in my face
mucus of fake tan and lies
There’s a look of comatose in your eyes.
Is that me or is that him?
Either way I’m totally in.
Because remember there’s only one thing you can own,
And that is you: the juicer, job , marriage, phone…
It’s on loan
Whistle something tuneful,
sit in your suit and pretend to be you
Because I can’t. I’m too weary.
My writing is better when I can speak
But vampiric London has made me meek
I wear a sports bra in Soho and always a frown
Looking for a looker but have lost my specs
F*cked the anonymous, listening to T. Rex
But there’s nothing dinosaur about this smile
Yes it’s fierce and only here for a while
it hides a larder of festering broken dreams
behind curtains of hope, with fraying seams
I’ll continue as I begun,
As much as I sink, I won’t drown.
But off the radar.