stop or I’ll come
she said as if it was a bad thing
confused I lay my head beside hers and looked up
at a picture on her pink bedroom wall
cut out from a magazine
of a minor celebrity
tangled up in a pair of
disembodied long black legs
I said I found the picture offensive
she blamed her mother for putting
it up
I wondered why her mother
would have anything to do
with the decorating of a grown
woman’s bedroom
and thought of all
the minor celebrities who had adorned my
pink bedroom walls
none of whom had ever been
tangled up in a pair of
disembodied long black legs
not to my knowledge anyway
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
everything seems copied and pasted
everything seems done before
the fear of finally saying you love me
when i’ve heard it a thousand times and more
romantic dinners at romantic restaurants
romantic walks romantic breaks
dressing up in cheap lingerie
sitting on your wanton face
everything seems copied and pasted
all the good and all the bad
whispered words of tender undoing
bitter fights that drive me mad
stress filled dinners at stress filled restaurants
stress filled walks stress filled breaks
dressing down in unflattering pyjamas
pushing away your angry face
everything seems copied and pasted
something old nothing new
everything borrowed
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
this girl I know
who always wears summer dresses
and a smile
lent me a book on awareness
but wants it back before
she goes to work in a conflict zone
for the red cross in september
she travelled in a big red bus
to a surfers festival in donegal
where she worked
in the big red bus café
on her breaks she surfed
smoked loads of ****
listened to reggae and ate falafel
last Wednesday she received a
back payment from the social welfare
and felt guilty about it
so she donated half of it to charity
bought donkeys for three Ethiopian families
spent a small fortune on ingredients for a friends dinner
and paid for my vegetable soup
she stopped at a chocolatier
to buy one solitary chocolate
and then ate it hurriedly
while she chatted to
a circus guy she knew
about a party she had missed when she
was on the big red bus
while skimming through books
in the spirituality section
wearing her summer dress and a smile
she said she felt sick
from having eaten the chocolate too
quickly and was sad that she hadn’t
taken the time to enjoy it
today the red cross sent her for
a chest x-ray
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
I’m in a relationship
with the man
working behind the counter
at the post office
though I have yet
to determine
the nature of our pairing
he asks me how I am
as if fumbling for words
on a first date
i reply quickly fine fine and you?
he nods disappointed by
my urgency
and half-hearted smile
moments pass in silence
as we chew on our respective entrees
he looks at me questioningly
i stare down at my phone
a slip of paper is issued
I sign it he counts out the money
I stare at his chest hair
instead of placing it on the
counter he carefully slips
the notes and coins
into my outstretched hand
for that singular tactile experience
before our time is up
his soft blue eyes
always expectant
impatiently drink of me
without my acquiescence until
I leave there
awkwardly drained
knowing that
he’s watching me go
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC
this girl I know
is always sick and
always wants to talk
about it to the point that
everybody else
is sick of her
she says her hormones
are a mess
she can’t lose weight
she’s under too
much pressure
yet she’d drink you
clean under the table
she has these
minor cancer scares
and is convinced
she’s bound to get it
she’s often returned
from the doctors
disappointed
to get the all clear
of course the swine flu
didn’t stand a chance
of passing her by
last I heard
she was holed up in bed
with a bottle of wine and 200 marlboro lights
broadcasting her
lastest ailment
via twitter
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
i put you on a pedestal and googled your name
i followed you to night-clubs and cried in the rain
i bought you a coach's jacket and washed off the stain
i made love to your girlfriend but she never, never came
now the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat
the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat
the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat
the only thing that's left of my heart is a -
you brought me out for dinner and just talked about your ex
the only time you shut up is when we're having ***
you know my hotmail password and you always check my texts
I tried to leave a year ago but now it's too complex
the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat
the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat
the only thing that's left of my heart is a beat
the only thing that's left of my heart is a -
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
i wish i could top up your love
like credit on your mobile phone
it might leave me constantly broke
but at least your love I would own.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:10 AM UTC
no rockets in my horizons
except the music in my ears
they wont let me keep my light on
in this ward of terminal tears
wait in line for my ******
while id skip the queue for you
drugs wrap their limbs around me
while i wish that it was you
baby, be my ******
i'll never miss a dose
i'll wash you down with sweet devotion
say goodbye to all my lows
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:09 AM UTC
scorching my skin you entered me
i feel nothing before i was
an electric iron ready for you
pressed upon my it surprised me
extended right arm made me wet
no blister marks but not wet
but long lasting enough to forget
scars like tattoos you entered me
traversing my flesh before i was
ready for you ready for you
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
your kisses are too small
too selfless, not greedy enough
to pull me from my head which
is what i desire most when i
with another, take to bed.
your caresses are too soft
too delicate, not forceful enough
to push me from my bed which
is what i desire most when i
from another, take head.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC