Is melting snow underfoot
but slush is that in the brain
which is not me
the thing in there
that melts out from my ears
drips from me on the covers overnight
not something to talk about
to friends
but still part of me
so bring that up

OK
Slush means
I not purfict
not at all.

Poached head
heat from the shower drips down the window
drips down my brain
on to the sill of life itself
a runs in the fabric of myself
runs down my leg
no
just ****** myself
sorry I will try harder in the future
2 years dry
elastic thoughts
control I fear
but it's working
back to my brain
heat things up
looking for release
from my day's anguish
all the pain I feel
just being me
and no one else I know
not sure I know myself
or what I will become to be
letting the water wash over me
trying to get some me off
washing with soap
washing my brain
hope not to fall over myself
as I get out
feel refreshed
feeling week

Have I just poached my thoughts?

Like you and me
after spells
do they hurt
Maybe thinking
I should not have done that
turned to stone just like that
maybe I was a bit hasty
it was just my pain
and my wand
and maybe man
will think
you loved me
I loved you
maybe it was just my wand
that made you turn to stone
starlight so bright
starlight
was here now gone
your eyes are dead to me
no truth there to see
no futures to see
or imaginations
wizard have a lot to answer for.

When asked
what is poetry to me?

The words came in my ears
in some way my brain makes sense
fiddles with them then spills out
on to the page
in the form you see
in so many words
which in some way is me
the signature of me
that's the way I do it
if it hurts you
then that's your fault
if it hurts me then it was meant to
but I never wanted to hurt you
that's why I cry.

Every which way is up
nothing brings you down
to you, there is no ground
all the others can not float
raise your mind where the air is clean
and you, come up, the air clear
and thought up here
feels like you meant to think it all
and life feels like bliss
you feel alive
breath deep raise your mind.

Thinking about what you ant got
just makes you bitter
but they are rubies
give me the shoes,
Dorothy
don't make me see red
my blood boils over it
I am passionate about it
blood boils red
don't make me lick my lips again

**** it I am going back West
paint my lips red and wear a vest
Dorothy
you'll never know
what was, as I go forgotten
more red things than you'll ever know
just getting on a bus, made me more *******
knowing it's colour was red

And the ticket   F U C  K  I  N  G   Pink.

Who am I
What is this about
is it me
is it you
I breathe like
at this moment in time you
do you breathe like me to
did you feel that
Do you feel the man in me
in you
no!

I am salesman
sales is all I do

Here to sell to you
this is what I am about

I am a super salesman
Sell yourself

to me
You want love
and make pay for buttons and bows
Moonlight in the evening
money goes to the rich
all failings stop here!


LOVE  P@ul.