Wednesday, 20 February 2008

She Buys me flowers.

She buys me flowers.

She buys me lilies, in fact.

Chocolates, tartlets, creams

And dreams;

She brings me dreams.

Bottled sealed and sent –

My scent!

The smell of fear...

The smell of success –


Success, born of fear

Faced, chased, misplaced

And laced

With tiny imperfections

Sweetest interjections

Masking all emotions

Never to be found?

Never to be found…

She buys me flowers.

She buys me lilies, in fact.

She buys me flowers.

Drink drivers suck cock

Just one more Guiness then he’s gone

Just one more Guiness, genius.

One more

Slowly poured

Settled and scored


Just the one

Then he’s gone.

Car keys

Cell phone


Just the one.

Just the ONE.

Every ten minutes

Every “last” one

Then the ONE for that ROAD; Genius.





Just the one.

JUST the one.

Explainations at the station

In the morning, when its done.


Monday, 18 February 2008

I apparently have this blog thing!

I'm not sure if i'll actually use it, but seeing as I like talking to myself, who knows....