but happiness for me
is not married no the word, ‘pretend’
and unhappiness cannot be altered
of just made to blend
Category: Poems March 2011
Going Forwards – March 2011
boarding ships
and jumping ships
appeared more exciting –
than relaxing
and just being me
Let Me Clumsy Dance – March 2011
let wives cross –
before they fester
and tie me –
to the umbilical cord –
of depression
The Lease – March 2011
this is not a game
so why am i a counter –
or plastic piece
Let’s Talk About Love – Monday 7th March 2011
you tell me about the last time
you had to chase –
you heart down –
someone else’s street
the last time –
someone swept you off your feet
Drug of my Choice – March 2011
the drug of my choice
comes in an unusual guise
it has left me beached –
and my heart,
almost bleached
Insanity Lynched – Monday 7th March 2011
but then i remember
and i have the cut to prove it
and a bruise,
i cannot lose it
I Play on a Shingle Beach – March 2011
rome was –
not built in a day,,,
and london not in a week
southend marries the thames
as we start to speak
Left and Right – Monday 7th March 2011
i have never put myself –
across in way that is acceptable
i am turning right –
when the acceptable turns left
i am the debit transaction –
dreaming of cheques
Wreckage – Monday 7th March 2011
perhaps i linger –
too long over the prey
well i spread these wings
and i fly away
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