A week or two of short poetry written at school that I neglected to type up.
Much of it bears similarities to previous works.
Thankyou
A lover's love of jealousy's unrest
The dropping of the daylight in the West
I see her there and stoop to bow
She thanks me somehow - I know not how
In The Sky
I don't want to die.
You can go anytime,
But I won't leave.
I don't think I'll die
I'll fade with the wind
There will be no end
Only ambiguity
And a disappearance that will
Shatter the earth and the moon
Send It To Me
Send me a letter, don't cost too much
Send me your woman, won't be too rough
I lost my lover, she leave me on my own
I try and call her, she don't pick up the phone
Harlotry?
No regrets, said the killer
And he wound up in jail
Spent his days at the window
Of an empty cell
You were a widow,
But you were mine all the same
I wanted to keep you
I hoped you would stay
He was a lecher
Sinned against God
Promised to love her
In the morning forgot
There is no great finish
No escaping from Death
I lie and pretend this
Will be my last breath
The Monarch And The Ant
Not that you ever did a thing
wrong, my dear; I am a king
after all, and can forgive
it. But do you want to live?
I thought myself a stranger once
upon a time; was a nuisance
to the people. Ladies wept;
after I had my way, I slept.
Weary Words
Magpies on the fences,
Tired men on benches,
Soldiers in the trenches,
They make peace and they make war
Dreamer's dream of sleeping
A demon's tongue downsweeping
Liars in their multitudes make jokers of us all
Shortrock
Well it ain't clear
Don't know where I'm goin'
Darlin' right here
S'where you left me on my own
Lacking
Voice crack
Hit-smack
Shit shack
Get back
Whip-lash
White trash
Car smash
Black hash
The Ocean Revisited
There is no splendour
In the pits of Hell
No serene ship of the faithful tongue
There is no death
In the pits of Hell
Only sick, twisted mothers
Perverse men undone
Farmer
January one; bored
Locks on my children, son of a whore
No wife, no family
I'll die here alone
Christians
I'm not supposed to be here
I don't know where I am
God's fury makes my mind unclear
I weep beneath his hand
Writer's Block
Writer's block, temporary
Day after day spent in the rain
Cars move on and on they say
I find the world stands still instead
The streets make minstrels of us all
Jokers dance to white swan's call
Harlots in the meeting hall
A bunch of whores in red
Corrupt religion sets them free
Science and philosophy
The earth was made for you and me
Just like my mother said
Bide
What am I doing, looking at you?
A woman too worthy!
None should fall at your feet, peasant
Yet I am intrigued.
Untrue
Why did you throw your life away?
Lost in a world of drugs, so they say
Cliche rebellion; bad poetry near
Left me alone with your debts.
Dear Debbie
Give me a smile, mother
I asked you not to leave a long time ago
You could never be replaced and you knew it then
And still, you decided to give up and leave me.
