Oh really, really?
This is clearly just my time to fall,
It’s not the first
And it won’t be the last time that I call
On you to set me straight
And talk until I see the light,
These darkened lanes won’t last forever,
They’re just holy frights.
Her mouth
Tasted of
Shoe shops
And cheap
Cocktails,
He was
Nothing but
Sun ripened
Hair mousse
And bullshit,
Together
They captured
And
Enraptured
A nation.
Like a winter tree
Straining for the sky,
Looking for signs
Of a returning sun.
You are days
From breaking,
Hours from creaking
and minutes from rainfall.
Oh, the mistakes.
They said he was misunderstood,
Neglected and bruised,
A warrior falling through cracks in the pavement.
I saw nothing but a puffed up man
Filled with self love and anger,
An egoist dancing on hearts in the suburbs,
And the film was much better for that.
She had a face like a photo-fit
Or the kind you’d find on beer mats,
A grimace from a court sketch,
A frown all ridged and unwell.
She was someone else’s graffiti,
A stuttered chapel prayer,
A feeling something’s never right,
A dizzy, spinning moon.
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