Teenage Fatality – Written Sunday 5th March (Aged 20)

Teenage Fatality

wait for me,
dreams in jeans
a teenage fatality
clothed in fertile thoughts
wait for me,
at the end,
when answers are sought
hold down your dreams
get out,
do not be a casualty case
with a high feeling dress
and make-up –
strewn naively across the face
at fifteen –
you are just about the best
and that is not saying much
pills give you ills,
maybe a few cheap frills
but not as much as teenage love
wait for me whilst i am away
down town,
it is all hamburger and relish
bought cheaply in the sunshine today
the accent is local and lacking polish
a bed hopping imaginary friend –
has come to stay
as childhood beliefs
turn to adult nightmares
and things are forever out of reach
mixed up parents
and a screwed up mind
wait for me,
i will try to be kind
so little self respect, i will be gone soon
you will want to be treated so bad
the face laughs as the soul cries
it is never convincing, always looking sad
slowly all the dreams do die
and doesn’t that drive you mad?

James Garratt – Sunday 5th March 1995

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