Boys, Girls and Alcohol and Random Things (Poetry)
Poems based around that ever-so-original theme of ‘love’….
I sit and think About the tape I made you And the books and shuttlecock You’ve left behind. I wonder how I couldn’t reciprocate When you did all you did Made music for me
I want to feed you Spoonfuls of my heart Each day Until there is nothing in me See you swallow it down Like medicine Pink mouthful by pink mouthful Until the spoon gleams clean
There is no romance in you Just cold hard truths No risks or dares or promises Just box-ticking stories let loose There is no taking a leap with you No gushing message, no midnight wink
Beryl The Peril Remember when we met And smoked a spliff And ate bad chips And talked about your dead dad In a Sam Smith’s And looked at a hotel You’d like to stay in
The eggs should be boiled Shells bashed in Yokes exposed to the sun The bread should be A tiger loaf And not toasted There should be No cups of tea...
They met Under the non-existent beady eye Of a headless stork In ornamental gardens At midnight Perfect hedges shrouded them And he tried not to think About the wedding ring That lay quietly
You gave my heart a Chinese burn When you said you didn’t want me You made it dead and fit for an urn Because you put it so bluntly. It transformed...
Lager, I love you And I dream of your bubbles There's no wrong you can do I forget all my troubles While I'm sipping on you Getting bloated and fat I start craving McCoys
But lager thou art not a patch on red wine Which similarly I guzzle most of the time Full bodied or light, it goes down so well A pop, a glug, a swish, a smell
So its clear at this point That alcohol and I Have a special bond - We don't have to try But by far my favourite Part of the deal Is the very next day When it all gets surreal.
Hideous beauty And the red chains break As the silent waves wash over the sand, Cleansing. The white walls are crumbling, And the light streams through, The thousand holes.
So, I tried again And slipped, it seems Out of my own skin, Into someone elses, Into yours Into your house, your tragic life Your blood-red room And single bed I threw myself
We sat supping cheap pints Awkwardly on low stools Faces warmed by an open fire Various Louises' on the wall
I want to climb into the cave of your mouth And explore, explore and keep on exploring Be closer to your lips, your teeth, your tongue Stay in that sacred place until morning.
I'd kiss you I'd kiss you endlessly And when you got up to leave Graciously I'd keep you Keep you here with me And stroke your face And tell you truthfully That I don't think anyone's
You know how when you get older You’re supposed to be grown-up? You’re not supposed to still want to play Lego Or drink out of a Mister Men cup. You’re supposed to build a career
As plain as his name above the door And the burst capillaries in his cheeks Waldren was the landlord And he still made a profit most weeks. He polished the bar each morning
You took my lid off Peered in Poured in A little bit of you. All day, clouds and sky and birds Passed over my lidless head Like a boiled egg With its top discarded, in the bin.
When Mr Chin Leaned in And frowned Flashed his White light Told me To look right Then left Then into the corner Read those letters Behind me He said I looked Past his head
When they came together They found that there was nothing That the other didn’t make better If she’d never left the BBC If he hadn’t followed in the footsteps of his family
He enters his church - the Routemaster Breathes in the comforting smell Slips into a pew - front seat, top deck He knows this church so well. The windows are fogged with condensation
You slated my sketch You fell asleep You cried for an ex You weren’t very deep You wore real fur You didn’t eat. You made me go to Milton Keynes You slated my poetry
It sat there glistening Pink, red raw, naked One sad eye bulged And seemed to gaze at the morning sun As commuters trudged past Grim, relentless Bits of chewing gum and fag butts surrounded it
He shuffles in Gives her a grin Jangles his coins and sits She’s too busy to see Whilst drinking her tea That poor smitten Sid’s in bits Everyone...
What do we want for ourselves? When we think of love? How do we feel about it? How do we judge? What benchmarks actually matter? What words do we...
It’s hard to believe That birthdays And blood donations Could bring two hearts together And suddenly set in motion What would soon become ‘forever’...
Shutters up Key in the lock Tabbard on Tea in the pot She's got the service wash on Paper laid out all nice Radio babbling in the background She's...
I want it to happen again I want to wade right out Into the middle of your life No raft, no float, no arm bands
I would start cooking again for you Re-label the spices, re-read the books Use every single pan From every single hook I’d start setting alarms again...
You are that hard stone in my heart now Right at the bottom That makes itself known Every time I have to hear your name Or see your face That stone...
If we could walk back over cracks Cement them shut Tie things up Neatly like that - like a plastic bag Would it be bad? If I could rustle up the...