Endsong: A Lament |
Endsong: a lament
And if it's all so pointless
Why do we keep doing it?
If it's all just meaningless
Why do we give it meaning?
And if the war is truly lost
Why am I still fighting?
If ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 07:14:00 GMT |
Stylised |
Stylised
And we're too bored
Because we're too cool
We know more than you learned in school
We think radicals are all just fools
And it makes us ill
We've had our fill
We were the postmodern ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 07:08:00 GMT |
Less Gifted |
Less Gifted
At school and university, in all the pubs and clubs
I was surrounded by the gifted, surrounded by love
Matt took beautiful photographs
Hannah could sing like and angel
Jacques coul...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 07:00:00 GMT |
Poem: Blue and White |
Blue and White
You sang a song of blue and white
In the inky blackness of the night
A simple song of blue and white
Of cleaner air and bright sunlight
Then you held me through the night
...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 06:22:00 GMT |
Therapy |
Therapy
My friends all have neuroses
I’m upgrading to psychoses
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So let’s all go get therapy!
Let’s al...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 11:26:00 GMT |
The Ghosts of Fragments |
The Ghosts of Fragments
The ghost of a wedding ring haunts my finger
A tangible absence, an echo that lingers
The ghost of a song hovers in my mind
Chilling but sweet, it sounds in my sighs until it ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 10:51:00 GMT |
Hiding |
Hiding
You made eye contact on the bus
My blood ran cold my tongue got tied
Another opportunity’s lost
You got off two stops before mine
And I was only hiding, just hiding
I didn’t...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 10:47:00 GMT |
Id rather fuck than be your husband |
I’d rather fuck than be your husband
An’ I’m sorry to say this, love
But I’d rather shag your _ boyfriend
An’ I’m sorry to say this, sweetheart
But I think this is...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 10:44:00 GMT |
The Widow |
The Widow
So she sits on the bus alone
Staring out of the window
At all the parks and monuments
At other people’s homes
She gave him her life,
An honest, caring wife
And she took...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 10:40:00 GMT |
Tapestry |
Tapestry
And I’m unpicking tapestry
Detangling threads of you and me
As the sun hurtles from west to east
New-old scenery’s revealed by the sea’s retreat
I’m un...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 10:30:00 GMT |
