Going Out
Soak
in bath,
shave legs smooth.
Clean
teeth, cream
face and body. Continue reading “Going Out”
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Going Out
Soak
in bath,
shave legs smooth.
Clean
teeth, cream
face and body. Continue reading “Going Out”
I don’t want the sun to shine
it won’t sit well with me today.
I want to stand out in the rain
and wash away this misery.
Let the rain come cruel and fast
batter, bruise and soak my flesh
until my body feels the hurt
I carry somewhere deep within.
Let it splash against my face
to hide the tears I shed for you.
I want to cry until I ache,
and I am cold, hard and spent.
NaPoWriMo Day 14. Today’s poem is called Two Cuppas. It’s a sort of story in a poem and it’s written after after Roddy Doyle’s, Two Pints which is a very funny book about the conversations had between two men who meet regularly for a pint in a Dublin pub.
Two Cuppas
Did you hear about Christina’s eldest?
Which one is that then?
Katrina.
Is that the one with the orange face?
She’s always been headstrong that one.
Big hair? Continue reading “Two Cuppas.”
NaPoWriMo Day 12 and it’s Saturday so I’ve started early before going out for a long walk to get some fresh air and hopefully more inspiration. Today’s poem is called Boy with Pearl Earring.
Boy with Pearl Earring
For three mornings now
you’ve passed us by
tight leather jacket;
hair perfectly set;
scarf meticulously wrapped Continue reading “Boy with Pearl Earring”
Day 4 and the next instalment of NaPoWrimo. This is for everyone who wakes up to the reality that they’ve been sold down the line one way or another. There’s a lot of it about lately.
Shit
Sold on the false economy of your promises
I believed you were true.
Hooked on the desire for honesty
I told myself that you were the one
The one
The one who…
Then a heavy dose of reality
Showed me, too late,
It’s all just a series of fairy tales.
Same shit
Different face
Day 3 of NaPoWriMo and here is poem number 3 – part rant, part poem & hastily pulled together between day job, visit to the hairdresser and daily commute.
Turn it down
The world is full
of people so loud
you wouldn’t believe
how they invade my space
with their hundred decibel
voices like foghorns Continue reading “Turn it down”