Brain fart
Sunday, May 13, 2007
I'm the one that got away, bee hatch.
I've saved money on cups of tea,
And toast and honey in bed.
I've not had to give you shells,
Or give you day-long head.
I've not had to keep you company in the bath,
And failingly hide my bum.
I've not had to lend an ear,
Or visit your bro or mum.
I've not had to say sorry for scratch marks,
Or flare up when you make fun,
I've not had to freeze you out,
Or love your eyes in the sun.
I've not had to buy you Murphys,
At the pub near your house you like.
I can't say I miss the arguments,
When I'm too pissed to give a shite.
Maybe I'll add up one day
All the things that I've been spared,
I'll give you a bill which I will pay,
With the words 'you should have dared...' ¶ 10:43 pm 1 comments
And toast and honey in bed.
I've not had to give you shells,
Or give you day-long head.
I've not had to keep you company in the bath,
And failingly hide my bum.
I've not had to lend an ear,
Or visit your bro or mum.
I've not had to say sorry for scratch marks,
Or flare up when you make fun,
I've not had to freeze you out,
Or love your eyes in the sun.
I've not had to buy you Murphys,
At the pub near your house you like.
I can't say I miss the arguments,
When I'm too pissed to give a shite.
Maybe I'll add up one day
All the things that I've been spared,
I'll give you a bill which I will pay,
With the words 'you should have dared...' ¶ 10:43 pm 1 comments
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Force of Habit
I don't know why it was a shock,
You saying you wanted me back last night.
"I'll not be made an idiot of again" I told you.
I don't know why you didn't know that...
I could hear the familiar angst
Ripping through your fingers
Into whatever was close to hand.
You blamed yourself and I agreed,
You thought it was because your life's shit.
I told you, "you make your own life shit"
So here I am pointlessly writing. ¶ 12:21 pm 0 comments
You saying you wanted me back last night.
"I'll not be made an idiot of again" I told you.
I don't know why you didn't know that...
I could hear the familiar angst
Ripping through your fingers
Into whatever was close to hand.
You blamed yourself and I agreed,
You thought it was because your life's shit.
I told you, "you make your own life shit"
So here I am pointlessly writing. ¶ 12:21 pm 0 comments
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Some of the Salisbury Folk
In the oldest pub in town
Lives a skeletal hand.
A curios, once stolen
Then returned a week later.
A phantom person still waters the plants
In an old chemist's window,
Cluttered with junk and decrepit geraniums.
Feeling too guilty to let them die,
But not bothered enough to care for them.
Last week, one morning
On the subway floor,
A husband pleaded with his wife
In chalk letters on her route to work. ¶ 10:16 pm 1 comments
Lives a skeletal hand.
A curios, once stolen
Then returned a week later.
A phantom person still waters the plants
In an old chemist's window,
Cluttered with junk and decrepit geraniums.
Feeling too guilty to let them die,
But not bothered enough to care for them.
Last week, one morning
On the subway floor,
A husband pleaded with his wife
In chalk letters on her route to work. ¶ 10:16 pm 1 comments
