Trudy sits sipping cocktails
Watching the passers by.
The girl with the Botox, false eyebrows to match,
The ****** old codger, with his hand on her ******
They swan right on past
Ignoring the view.
No-one knows why
She's invisible to you.
But she doesn't care, she points one finger in the air,
She'd rather look at the sky.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
There's a story in this mug.
Dark lines running.
down slides
TELING JOURNEYS OF
A here
A now for
TEa STains
but I let them flow
down tides
over sides
ECHOING VISITS OF
That tear
That vow not
AnGEr fRames
so I let them grow
bleach hides
WASHING MEMORIES OF
This fear
This how to
sTaRt AfreSh witH
a new brew.
There's a future in this mug.
Brown times coming!
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
Rattle along to our own sound
You and I
Unleashing brains
Still wrapped in chains
Avoiding the rain
And smoky grounds
That are
Getting us high.
Cheeseburger exchanged for one pound
He and I
Describing pains
Down country lanes
Avoiding the train
And busy Towns
Who are
Making us cry.
Guitar strings so loud we are drowned
You and I
Cutting veins
No one who gains
Avoiding the sane
And white gowns
They are
Keeping us dry.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
Can I love the you in me
Saying things to set ourselves free
Sitting silent
Lonely at times?
Can I hear the sound of your voice
Words we say and don't rehearse
Feeling lonely
Steady at times?
Will we be a prefect two
Sailing off and into the blue
Swimming softly
Under at times?
Will you reach the deep in me
Touching gently what you don't see
Smiling violent
Hiding our crimes?
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
I like doing the Maths with you
Our one plus one
Adding some
Making three
Our minds free.
I like hearing the voice in you
My one minus none
Needing no-one
Breaking free
We are three.
I like being myself in you
Feeling words come
I am someone
Being ME
Can it be
You understand
My equations
My sensations
My dilations
My inhabitations
Can you
Should you
Would you
Make My X
Equal Y
You gonna try
To be the same
Or play a game
Or just apply
The equation.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
Hello there?
Hi to you.
Tell me now -things that you do?
Of course I will - I don't know you!
You have a ruler, a cane, a whip?
Most of the time it's Biff and Chip!
Dress in skirt and blouse so tight?
That's what keeps me up at night!
No-one there?
Goodbye to you!
Why not ask about the things I do?
Of course I won't - it's not true!
You have cash, a car and no snip?
Most of the time you are the drip!
Wear your heart upon your sleeve?
It's what I call I liar - oh please!
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
In amongst dark clouds
A slice of orange gives you hope
But there a scars there
Deep and red
That fade to yellow
And then they are gone!
Shadows whisper memories
Of urgent conversations
Slowly gliding away
One, two, three speech bubbles
Fading into the unknown
And I'm shouting!
Lines change, directions change
We all change in a world of change
So why does that bird fly
Fearless into the unknown
Into the darkness, a dark cloud
And not worry about the return!
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
My grandfather kept everything
but I remember the egg
upon his shelf
that we gave him
and it sat for years
in his gold shell
never loosing shape on the outside
just sometimes
the glasses
nose
and smile
might shift
if you looked in a certain light
or from a different angle
but it sat looking at him
as his insides decayed
still oval, whole
slightly faded
until
he
went
and I unwrapped his foil
only to find
dust.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
flames with pulses
throbbing with desire
certain impulses
lighting up a fire
tinder and match
casting plenty of fish
drowning catch
seas of loneliness
false hope there lies
feelings so blue
masks of disguise
until I found you
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
'Can I come up today?' gasped the innocent guy,
'My bus ticket's lost and do you know why?
The way on this road is so steep and uphill
And certain things stop me and give me that thrill'
'Yes, yes, yes, keep on climbing' said I
'If you make it up here then I will not try
To keep you enclosed in my black, dark den
Let nothing detain you and arrive not past ten'
'Are you tired my dear? I echoed out loud,
'Take off those shoes and don't be so proud
Rest on my bed and take a little time
My curtains are blowing, my sheets are just fine'
'No, no, no, just resting' he vowed
'Need to get away from the voice and the crowd
And put my hands on a full pair of *******
So I'm staggering up here to forget all the rest'
'Dearest friend, now what shall I do?'
I have you here and the bus ticket too!
A party parcel, a knife and a slice
Cut it in pieces and it feels quite nice.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC