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Saturday 21 April 2012

Friday 20 April 2012

Severity


Wouldn’t be so bad if we hated
If we hated
More than we hated parting

Wouldn’t be so bad if we cared less
If we cared less
More than we cared for

Wouldn’t be so bad if we slated
If we slated
More than as our love stated

Wouldn’t be so bad if we created
If we created
More than creating angst

Wouldn’t be so bad, probably
Yet possibly
It probably would









a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Thursday 19 April 2012

Except Excess


I have loved you too much for my own good
I have been, and am indeed, obsessed
Now the need to love you less
The need, I plead, to be depressed
From high energy and bright lights
To low thoughts of loss and self deceit

Save the chance not to decimate
Want to say; let’s stay related
I have loved you far too deep
I have been affected, infected
Rejected, no more time to share
Priorities selected to prise us apart

Bricks and mortar, bonds of blood
Sticks and stones, and call names that hurt we
Wander into darkness, glazed over glares
Stare deep, into open place, avoid eyes
Process and outcome, education lost in time
Concentration lapse, forgotten hopes & thoughts

Factual representation, fictional probes
Such wasted and wanting, such wasted and wanting
Creation enabled, energy adsorbed, invigorated
Such wanting and wasting, such wasting and wanting
Wilful, skilful intellectualisation of decay and delusion
Integrating woven webs of traps and snares, snaps and stares

Breaking out and breaking through
Striking out and striking through, to the bleakest blackest blue
Morning glory and morning shame, hiding hope, hopeless pain
Familiar story, familiar; wrong choice, wretched crime of stain
Pour scorn; clench fist, ache of waste
Devastation; blinding flashback, blinding scream

Platitudes of pity, pleasant couldn’t care less poverty
Robbery, the conceit of deceit, repulsive to disgrace, to replace
Product of curse and clamour, tread, tramp, wish underfoot
Grieve, hate, depraved to still crave, to grovel, to grate







a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here



Wednesday 18 April 2012

Neighbour


Country of beauty, spirit of love
Saviour of souls
All language of life exposed

Cafe and city, caress in belief
Entwined in emotion
Truth through philosophical thought

Flags flown with passion, reflections of rosary
Blossom of blue
A lightning white silk, bold with sensuality

Builders of the monumental, joyous in contemplation
Serene and explosive
All character to taste of style evoked

Arch of triumph, pyramid of translucence
Champion’s causeway
Quest of meaning, statement of ought








a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here

Tuesday 17 April 2012

Languish


My words didn’t mean anything
Easy to write
Flippant like
Simple as tossing a coin

My body didn’t remember
Taken and used
Abused
Insincere as tossing it off

My time didn’t mean anything
Wasted all over again
Thoughtless like
Stiff as tossing a brick

My mind didn’t consider
Twisted and torn
Screwed like
Soft as tossing semen

My money didn’t matter
Spent in misery
Clueless like
Scorned as tossing frost

My possessions didn’t care
Given to ghosts
Frightened like
Shadowy as tossing sears

My soul didn’t belong
Together no more
Broken like
Stuffed as tossing dross



a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here