Soul Searching 2

And so,
as he lay in his bed,
mind misting over and
he kept turning over
and body shaking,
muscles firing and
sweat perspiring.
At 3am
the bed sheets are still clinging,
stomache crunching thoughts
are still ringing. So loud,
and his eyes are red round.
It always starts and ends the same.
And he never wants to forget
how he feels right now.
He wakes, refreshed.

Lips

Heating up
and heating up,
until we run like water
you and me.
Clear for all to see, we
wash each other until we
duck for cover.
Your lips can be
just an inch away
a taste away, yet
there are oceans between us –
where are you going to sail me?

Growing

This tightness in my shoulder,
is getter worse now I’m older.
Guitar strings pluck over the joint
and I can’t take this pain anymore,
now I’m not insane anymore.
I can’t quite see the point
as clearly as I used to.

You loose that invincable feeling,
you hit an invisible ceiling
as the rings mount up.
Like a tree grows though,
have to realise,
nobody cares about me but me.
And the ones that care
can share in the glory.

Messages

Subtly,
she rejected me.
Then.
Unsubtly,
she rejected me.

Girlfriend

She asked me –
‘Is that your girlfriend?’

‘Maybe it could be’ – I say.
Yes,
yeah.
Maybe it could have been.

Coconut

It’s the coconut
in her hair, I swear,
that’s what makes me want her.

Taking Shavings off an Antique Oak Table

I’m sorry.
I’m sorry,
I’m so sorry.

Die Sonne Scheint Noch

As new,
as the simple black pen
and neatly placed pages of
empty paper waiting upon a lonely looking,
modestly crafted wooden table – her thoughts
were most likely her’s to keep now.

As right,
depending which way you look at it, as the half-sided
curtain hanging over the only window, nobody was right here.
A window just that too high too see out of,
even on tip-toes. The words written and
prayers smitten make no difference now.

As guilty,
as any student with a conscience, she never
lost her head until the very end. Her eyes
didn’t see an end though, just a passage
to a better place – where the sun still shone
upon white roses.

The Girl Who Became God

She lied.
I tried.
Then she looked into my eyes

and told the truth.

Tits

‘I don’t see your disability’
She said,
‘That would be like me not seeing your tits’
I thought – far too late.