but reality is submerged somewhere deep
it is rounded for sure
the only corners i find are in my sleep
be an ally of the future
screwed up into a ball
as they push you over the waterfall
isn’t it cruel?
Category: Poems March 1997
In the Space of the Day – Wednesday 5th March 1997 (Aged 22)
i really miss her
it will all change in a couple of days
but right now it is hard
what more can i say?
how could it all change so suddenly
in the space of a day
A Long, Long Day – Written Wednesday 5th March 1997 (Aged 22)
a long day
a long, long day
time we just flew away
time we packed up and grew
The Cycle – Written Wednesday 5th March 1997 (Aged 22)
you blew it last night
you shut me out
that is your loss
i cannot argue with reason
or with people who are unreasonable
Tell Me I am Good – Written Wednesday 5th March 1997 (Aged 22)
tell me i am good
i am a little sad right now
someone said something –
said i was an, ‘undisciplined genius’
it went right to my head
Leaving on the Next Train – Written Wednesday March 5th 1997 (Aged 22)
leaving on the next train
i am sunken in my frame
my eyes are dark and tired
all i wanted is missing
and i am not so sure anymore
I Need a Poet – Written Wednesday March 5th 1997 (Aged 22)
i need a poet before i go
i need a poet for my soul
come and get me from this cold
i need a poet to touch my eyes
and open them wide
Unmade – Written Wednesday March 5th 1997 (Aged 22)
i lost a friend today
god knows where they went
but they have gone away
somehow, today, things are different
Keep on Looking – Written Tuesday 4th March 1997 (Aged 22)
keep on looking
keep on searching
keep on doing it
just remember your notes
Trying to Muddle Through – Written Tuesday 4th March 1997 (Aged 22)
so what are you going to do now?
so what does it all mean
it seems like we are all so busy
rehearsing the adult scene
so what goes on now
it is a precious hand that takes yours
