Stomping and wailing and pitching and railing
Up on the heath for the 20th time this week
Dog’s looking at me wary and licking his paws
Every time I get up he retreats from the door
Filled up the freezer and hoovered the floors
Watered the plants and rearranged the drawers
Stared out the window and counted the cats
Talked at my mother, thrown cards into hats
Peeled back a layer to get at what’s there
A blue felt beret sitting under my hair
A barrier to sense, its making me dense
Being in love sucks
Just my dumb luck
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
Comedown
A nose full of cold
A head full of woe
A heart full of blue
And a hole in my soul
Hot lemon and honey, preserve of the granny
Three nights on the lash and I’m cursed with a rash
My hair’s turned to straw and my shoulder is sore
Piss holes for eyes and a mouth filled with ‘why’s?’
I’m not built for booze or the rock n’ roll louche
I’m a cotton wool bomb and my wiring’s come loose
It’s a sorry affair when one’s brain is just air,
Straight back to bed for Calamity Bear
A head full of woe
A heart full of blue
And a hole in my soul
Hot lemon and honey, preserve of the granny
Three nights on the lash and I’m cursed with a rash
My hair’s turned to straw and my shoulder is sore
Piss holes for eyes and a mouth filled with ‘why’s?’
I’m not built for booze or the rock n’ roll louche
I’m a cotton wool bomb and my wiring’s come loose
It’s a sorry affair when one’s brain is just air,
Straight back to bed for Calamity Bear
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
sleeping with a potential psycho
i'm sleeping with a potential psycho
he lives on an estate in District 9
he is ever so just a little kinky
we drink gin and have a swell time
but there's something awry in the ointment
yes there's something afoot in the eyes
the man can't sit still
its like he's on drill
and my goodness he knows how to imbibe
so i'm thinking of calling this thing off
yes i'm thinking this fling's run its course
i'm loving the sex and the smooth solid pecs
but my captain i think we should pause
he lives on an estate in District 9
he is ever so just a little kinky
we drink gin and have a swell time
but there's something awry in the ointment
yes there's something afoot in the eyes
the man can't sit still
its like he's on drill
and my goodness he knows how to imbibe
so i'm thinking of calling this thing off
yes i'm thinking this fling's run its course
i'm loving the sex and the smooth solid pecs
but my captain i think we should pause
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
Travels with Dogs Various
in Marylebone i made friends with a lurcher
in rooms lined with books we followed each other around
in Parson Green i hung out with a dachshund
permanently cross she is
with cloche hat, coat and boots on
in Shepherds Bush, the terrier resides
she sleeps with you sometimes,
all love and bright eyes
Parker, my heart dog still waits over in Spain
courage Parks, not long now,
we'll cross paws again
in rooms lined with books we followed each other around
in Parson Green i hung out with a dachshund
permanently cross she is
with cloche hat, coat and boots on
in Shepherds Bush, the terrier resides
she sleeps with you sometimes,
all love and bright eyes
Parker, my heart dog still waits over in Spain
courage Parks, not long now,
we'll cross paws again
Oh Madame!
Oh Madame, I couldn't possibly
But Sir, you simply must
Well, Couldn't we just have coffee
Look Sir, I shall have to insist
But my wife is expecting me later
Oh Sir! Just give her a call -
The trains are running late again
Leave the light on in the hall
But Madame, my pockets are empty
Oh Sir, let's have a quick look
Well, what do you know? A monkey
Mind out, its a tiny bit stuck
Bah! Madame! What on earth are you doing?
Your hands really oughtn't to be there
Oh Sir! Just relax and enjoy it
Come, lets' get you sat in this chair
No! Madame you are trying my patience
Ahhhhh, I really must ask you to stop
Oh Good Lord that feels rather wonderful
Could I book you until one o'clock?
But Sir, you simply must
Well, Couldn't we just have coffee
Look Sir, I shall have to insist
But my wife is expecting me later
Oh Sir! Just give her a call -
The trains are running late again
Leave the light on in the hall
But Madame, my pockets are empty
Oh Sir, let's have a quick look
Well, what do you know? A monkey
Mind out, its a tiny bit stuck
Bah! Madame! What on earth are you doing?
Your hands really oughtn't to be there
Oh Sir! Just relax and enjoy it
Come, lets' get you sat in this chair
No! Madame you are trying my patience
Ahhhhh, I really must ask you to stop
Oh Good Lord that feels rather wonderful
Could I book you until one o'clock?
Spieler Dealer
Bald headed twat
He yelled at me in Italian
I don't stand for that
I tried my most reasonable tone
'Occupato' he screeched
Pointing at the chair
'Yes I quite understand,
but there is no-one there'
'Ticket ticket' he cried
'I don't have one, I replied'
Then I committed my greatest error
by smiling at this Holy Terror
'Casa casa casa', with matching points
I understood that but my nose was out of joint
I followed the point and turned upon my heel
His boss is a good friend of mine and he may regret that spiel
He yelled at me in Italian
I don't stand for that
I tried my most reasonable tone
'Occupato' he screeched
Pointing at the chair
'Yes I quite understand,
but there is no-one there'
'Ticket ticket' he cried
'I don't have one, I replied'
Then I committed my greatest error
by smiling at this Holy Terror
'Casa casa casa', with matching points
I understood that but my nose was out of joint
I followed the point and turned upon my heel
His boss is a good friend of mine and he may regret that spiel
Monday, 19 July 2010
Something New
Oh no, not you, she said, she said
But something new, instead instead
We’ve been here before darling so many times
I know this script, I can read you the lines
And I want him now, yes the one I can’t see
The one in the gloaming who looks now at me
He isn’t yet present and I’m not yet there
But I sense oftentimes, on the wing, in the air
I could be wrong yes, it has happened before
He may be a friend, just a friend, nothing more
To reach through two worlds and to touch fingertips
To laugh in the dark and to love all to bits
My life is for loving, my friends are forever
But you’re not my friend darling, you are my lover
And my heart, my wild heart is not precious to you
So cheerio sweetheart, I want something new
But something new, instead instead
We’ve been here before darling so many times
I know this script, I can read you the lines
And I want him now, yes the one I can’t see
The one in the gloaming who looks now at me
He isn’t yet present and I’m not yet there
But I sense oftentimes, on the wing, in the air
I could be wrong yes, it has happened before
He may be a friend, just a friend, nothing more
To reach through two worlds and to touch fingertips
To laugh in the dark and to love all to bits
My life is for loving, my friends are forever
But you’re not my friend darling, you are my lover
And my heart, my wild heart is not precious to you
So cheerio sweetheart, I want something new
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