Looks like
There's nothing much left to say
But fuck
And I know
And alright, stop it.
Fuck
I know
Alright, stop it.
When I was happy
I used to practise shutting up my superego.
A useful skill
Now that my ego and id
Are like trapped animals
Which can only be freed by a miracle.
Sunday, 17 August 2014
O money
The words keep coming
Saying the same things
I forget
I remember
I regret
I power through
I go on
O money
Rain down on me
Let me go back
O money
Let me laugh
Let me win
Let me give a joyful shrug
To problems
Money
Girls
Drugs
Friends
Fun
But the money comes first
Without the money
All you have is life
And the scowls of the humble and religious.
Saying the same things
I forget
I remember
I regret
I power through
I go on
O money
Rain down on me
Let me go back
O money
Let me laugh
Let me win
Let me give a joyful shrug
To problems
Money
Girls
Drugs
Friends
Fun
But the money comes first
Without the money
All you have is life
And the scowls of the humble and religious.
The Room
Floating
Cold
An old archway
A field
Ice in the air
The dance
The eyes
The doorway
Smells of another home
When you are a child
You listen to talking as a song
Not words
Running
Like a POV camera
Your foot hits the earth
You and the earth shake together.
You looked at me
Full of the dance
Full of fresh blood
Intoxicated
Not bursting but swimming
In the half light
Your friends dragged you away
A rock fell into the sea
A star died
Someone turned off their TV
And sat a while in the dark
Remembering something
They hadn't thought about for many years.
All these faces
So many faces
So few words for us.
Looking at furniture
In a quiet moment
Is all some of us can hope for.
The maypole
The carousel
The Venetian ball
Pupils like black whirpools
At midnight
Forcing those who would rather forget
To remember
And shudder a little
Over their beer
When the whole city
Has become a waiting room.
Dance.
Cold
An old archway
A field
Ice in the air
The dance
The eyes
The doorway
Smells of another home
When you are a child
You listen to talking as a song
Not words
Running
Like a POV camera
Your foot hits the earth
You and the earth shake together.
You looked at me
Full of the dance
Full of fresh blood
Intoxicated
Not bursting but swimming
In the half light
Your friends dragged you away
A rock fell into the sea
A star died
Someone turned off their TV
And sat a while in the dark
Remembering something
They hadn't thought about for many years.
All these faces
So many faces
So few words for us.
Looking at furniture
In a quiet moment
Is all some of us can hope for.
The maypole
The carousel
The Venetian ball
Pupils like black whirpools
At midnight
Forcing those who would rather forget
To remember
And shudder a little
Over their beer
When the whole city
Has become a waiting room.
Dance.
A New Poem
A new poem now
About something else.
Not about me
But about them.
Why not?
They are a successful business.
The only way to escape is to
Flow
On different levels.
But eventually you have to come back to the clear.
And they are waiting
With a new mask.
Remember
When we really laughed?
Let's hope it happens again.
About something else.
Not about me
But about them.
Why not?
They are a successful business.
The only way to escape is to
Flow
On different levels.
But eventually you have to come back to the clear.
And they are waiting
With a new mask.
Remember
When we really laughed?
Let's hope it happens again.
I Can't Do It Anymore
I can't do it anymore
Whatever it was I used to do.
Which worked so well
For so long.
I knew I was blessed
And I remembered to give thanks
And celebrate.
But it didn't work.
It is famous for not working, of course.
Whatever it was I used to do.
Which worked so well
For so long.
I knew I was blessed
And I remembered to give thanks
And celebrate.
But it didn't work.
It is famous for not working, of course.
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