Tuesday, 9 February 2010
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
German Holiday

on a German holiday.
If you only promise to stay,
around me, like today.
The frankfurters seem to say,
Paris is no good in may.
Sky's are blue, walls are grey.

Your ice cream melted half way.
We forgot about tooth decay,
Two tickets to the cabaret.
I could take you away,
on a German Holiday.
I could take you away, I will take you today.
I could take you away,
on a German Holiday.
Too few ideas,
Too much word play.
Blackpool

Blackpool:
Today we broke onto the piers,
Today we broke onto the piers,
Marvelled at roller-coasters,
That were no longer there.
Empty Pavillions,
Hungry pigeons,
Short skirts.
It was crazy golf
Assorted novelty socks.
That was the day I paid for you to get a tattoo,
This way you would never forget me.
It seems cruel then that I left you the following day.
For the time being we were tourists,
Although, we only came from down the road.
A loud gasp at dildos and Princess Diana plates.
It could have been a less romantic trip,
We could have gone to Margate
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Monday, 21 December 2009
Friday, 18 December 2009
Turn off the record. I want to feel every sensation.
Light headed; filled with candy floss.
Drinking never eating.
Living out every bohemian cliché.
Woody Allen, cafes, pasta and rice.
Unwrapped onto the bed I’m your exhibit.
A plinth made of fabric and a candlelight spotlight.
I am vulnerable to your flickering eyes.
Doubtful of your fast moving lips.
I’ve fallen in love so many times I can re-enact the entire process.
Smiles to kisses, flinches to spasms.
I wish it could just hit me like summer rain.
An uncontrollable urge; a fist in the air.
Laughing at tragic events
Documenting every thought.
Entertaining the idea of a successful marriage.
To give that soiled wedding dress a purpose.
Light headed; filled with candy floss.
Drinking never eating.
Living out every bohemian cliché.
Woody Allen, cafes, pasta and rice.
Unwrapped onto the bed I’m your exhibit.
A plinth made of fabric and a candlelight spotlight.
I am vulnerable to your flickering eyes.
Doubtful of your fast moving lips.
I’ve fallen in love so many times I can re-enact the entire process.
Smiles to kisses, flinches to spasms.
I wish it could just hit me like summer rain.
An uncontrollable urge; a fist in the air.
Laughing at tragic events
Documenting every thought.
Entertaining the idea of a successful marriage.
To give that soiled wedding dress a purpose.
Monday, 7 December 2009
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