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How did it go
these middle of the night poems
all about angst and lust
I like the things you do
I like it when you belt my bum all blue
Octs I can't remember
it all used to rhyme
It all made sense
And was all about you
And being cool
All about needing
Your wonderful tool
Don't go to far
But we might be in love
Unless you mess with my heart
Get it together let's make a start
I think we click
I just love sucking
Your beautiful dick
I love Mcdonalds
Cars and sweats
Don't want anything else
Cause you're the best in bed

Hard Times

Delirium Tremens

Men

Menstruation

Menacing dreams

Nausea

Nightmare fag addiction

Dereliction

Delinquency

Shells at the store

Aren't sea shells anymore

Jesus be my Shepard

Our spirits restore

We ever lack

We often just want more

Help us be content

Hear the Lions roar.

I like the moon.

I believe in faeries doing mischief in the woods
I believe that one day I'll end up where I should
You should find some change under you pillow
for when you lose a tooth
And when the moon turns round and yellow
Beware of the werewolf
When the stars come out to play
Make a truthful wish
And when you find a penny in your pudding
Don't forget to thank your Mum for the dish
When you lose at wishing bone
make sure you're happy for the winner
And when you find some nuggets of gold
Be grateful to the spinner
When you're off out to play
Be sure to be home in time for dinner
And remeber Jesus words so wise to
Forgive the sinner.

Traveller

Traveling man
He's a hippy
Sailing 'round the world
Going to dance parties
And sleeping around.

Traveling man
He's a magic man
A black magic man
Cooks his breakfast
In a frying pan

Traveling man
Where is he now
He loved me once
But he's forgotten how
And the world comes
Tumbling down.

Traveling man mustn't miss me
Compared to all those sights and sounds
I only want it
With the lights turned down

Traveling man
Free to be me
Jet setting
With all the other crazies
First he's manic
Then he's lazy

Traveling man
Don't look down on me
I'm doing my own thing
I don't need criticism
or anything mean

Traveling man
With all his plans
A famous DJ
With thousands of fans
All I have left
Is the memory of holding hands.

Blindfolded

I love the smell of
Fresh chopped wood
On mossy ground
that's underfoot

I love the scent of lavender
Just out the back,
By the kitchen door
There grows a bush

And what about
A watery brook
of rock and sand
and myrtle wood

Or the aroma
of Jasmine
As you go upon
A suburban walk

Who can forget
The fragrant Franjipani
one, my first love
tucked into my hair

Chanel no 5 at night
Just like Marylin Monroe
Spray a little
Upon your pillow

And how about
Freshly baked bread
And ham and eggs
And roast dinners

Incense on the altar
Sandalwood through your hair
A hot toddy
Made with spices rare.

Just a few
olfactory delights
In all the world
Of sugar and spice.

Star

Maybe he doesn't love me
He's just trying to get in my pants
Hasn't asked how I've been lately
It's not on the cards that there's a romance

Perhaps my last guy
Was a bit shady
With a paradoxical stance
There was that slang to his rhythm
And the way he got into my pants.

Now there is no-one left to fancy
Except for an Internet romance
And it doesn't seem so important
That he's confessed that he can't dance

Because he's a hundred thousand miles away
And would he walk that far
Just to be with a girl who sleeps all day
Who would otherwise be a star
She would otherwise be a star
Yes she would
She'd otherwise be a star.

Used

These temptations
to do things
In the heat of the moment
Like smoking, shopping and sex

Filled up on desert
Staying up late
wishing that
I had a date

But why?
So they can get in my pants
And then
forget to ask me to dance

Then afterwards
Too close to soon
The walls closing in
In the green room

Feeling wierded out
Why is now the time
To express your doubts?
What was that all about?

Symptoms
from
smoking and shopping and sex
Just mark the box with and X

Why are these temptations
so strong?
Is it the devil
With a tongue like a two forked prong?

Tongues of fire
burning down the house
See it scare a little mouse
And everything is gone

It's gone now
I forgot to keep my temper
I'm a vixen, all happy one minute
All sad the next

It's all such an effort
And I try my best
But I just cannot
withstand the test

Baby come and change it
Suck my blues
Make me chicken soup
When I've got the flu

If you knew me
And I knew you
Maybe then would we
know what to do

Crawl home drunk

I've been out late
I lost my mate
I didn't have a very good date
I had to dance
it's part of my fate
then the room filled up
With a noise that I hate

Now my ears hurt
Drunk to much
To quench my thirst
I always put you first
I am an ambivert
Sometimes it gets on my nerves
A damsel a dame a fox and a bird

It's confusing
What will tonight bring
I got my rings and things
music goes ding ding
For you I got a thing thing
What are you singing
Isn't it thrilling

It was ok I guess
Stop feeling like second best
Don't worry about how you're dressed
It's normal you tend to jest
Now I'm going to have a rest
Perhaps life is just a test
On this earth I am a guest

I am the night
fly like a kite
to strings you are holding
And if the wind is right
I'm feeling really light
spinning in lights so bright
Like a spinning tops child's delight.

Forever and ever
we shall endeavor
to be one
to stay together
To do better
To be a dead setter
But not to be too much of a go getter
And the band plays helter skelter.

Complexity.

I don’t know about this unrequited love habit,
is that because I had a weekend father?
I don’t know about getting drunk and then writing poetry
Is that because it doesn’t matter?
It was just a dream honey.
I’ve run out of money
I’m sitting here getting lonely
May as well have eggs and coffee
sitting down to read the funnies.
Before you put me away with the loonies
May as well suck a lolly
May as well try to remain jolly.
There’s no point getting down
So I”m acting like a clown
I’m feeling too sweet
I thought it was kind of neat
Until I missed a beat
Just for toffee's sake press delete
Dreaming, curled up in a sheet.
I used to miss my Dad, now more than ever
Now that he’s been taken away to heaven.
So Lassy the diagnosis is just
A typical Freudian father complex.
And the only solution is the 12 bar blues.
And I lost my shoes.
In which I danced around
Like a kangaroo
You must just think I’m a fool
Hell I’m almost ruined
Anyway who asked you for an opinion
On this summers eve of endless didgeredoo
Oh dear what can I do.

Getting Ignored.

I went to extremes to get your attention
Don't know what it was, imbalanced perception
Don't know who I am without your reception
Perhaps it was wine that made this conception

Just sent the text to make a connection
Said stuff you shouldn't mention
wishing I could ease my tension
Now I wish I had stuck with convention

Withering underneath a grey heaven
Chain smoking, sitting at home on the pension
You were mean to me about my suspension
You said the whole thing was all my invention

I didn't mean to cause this contention
I just fucked up with no intervention
I fell for your little pretension
and then you put me on detention

I wonder if you have comprehension
Of what it's like in this dimension
Or even if you have recollection
Turning your back on loves ascension.

At least if we could ease this rejection
Go back to before, heal the abstention
To cause offense was not my intention
Maybe you're right it was all a projection

Now sitting here upon reflection
Madly missing your affection
Vainly hoping to win the election
Just to be a part of the collection

I'm wondering around lost in indirection
furiously crying over my imperfection
when I was humble for correction
and all I wanted was your protection.

You probably think it sounds like an obsession
And that you're very busy with your profession
that theres someone else with which you have some progression
I'm telling you now this is all sexual repression

You're just a dark horse, you made an impression
And then I acted with indiscretion
and so you fled in a different direction
Then you come out of nowhere again with the usual self possession

Put it down to intuition
It has it's pleasures, my submission
I'm in deep need of recognition
Although I am not quite the tactician

You act like a talented magician
although you suffer from inhibitions
You are your very own musician
Cast me aside from your ambition

Making your plans like a clinician
Whilst I am sitting at home mixing potions
No opportunity for discussion
totally missing my devotion.

Will you give into the temptation
And have a taste of my dedication
Stop at once the sarcastic definitions
And come over to my house for nights of perfection.