Dear Dried Pineapple,
You are my own personal Satan.
Please stop turning up uninvited in my cereal bowl.
Thanks.
Sunday, 22 November 2009
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Too much beer
makes your tummy fall out!
Too much beer
makes you say hi to Ralph.
Too much beer
makes you forget to get up (get on up), and!, too much beer leaves messages that say, 'I'm here! Where are you?'
Where AM I?
Too much beer makes me laugh and laugh and laugh until I'm sick in the road.
And if Adam has too much beer, he goes into the wrong apartment by accident and makes friends with old men.
So, too much beer can be friendly.
Too much beer
makes you say hi to Ralph.
Too much beer
makes you forget to get up (get on up), and!, too much beer leaves messages that say, 'I'm here! Where are you?'
Where AM I?
Too much beer makes me laugh and laugh and laugh until I'm sick in the road.
And if Adam has too much beer, he goes into the wrong apartment by accident and makes friends with old men.
So, too much beer can be friendly.
Monday, 16 November 2009
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
And I'm scared to say it!
Me!
To fit in with every single time my thoughts have time to dance
then
I should do it, say it, try it, be as
ballsy as he likes to think
I Am.
Messy, bloody; ripping up things
that aren't mine to rip.
I can't watch those pieces being made because
even though my jigsaw wants to stick his back together, to be his,
(so much! so, so much!)
what if I never get him back.
?
as anything
?
hey?
wanting to stick his [pieces] back together but never getting [him] back.
Even though every pore is wanting to soak
up the rays of him
it's un-do-able. do-able. i am able. i am un-able to do it.
Me!
To fit in with every single time my thoughts have time to dance
then
I should do it, say it, try it, be as
ballsy as he likes to think
I Am.
Messy, bloody; ripping up things
that aren't mine to rip.
I can't watch those pieces being made because
even though my jigsaw wants to stick his back together, to be his,
(so much! so, so much!)
what if I never get him back.
?
as anything
?
hey?
wanting to stick his [pieces] back together but never getting [him] back.
Even though every pore is wanting to soak
up the rays of him
it's un-do-able. do-able. i am able. i am un-able to do it.
Monday, 2 November 2009
Spice up my crumble
Spice up my crumble.
Go on!
I dare you!
I kneed you (to)
So come on!
Spice things up!
Be this injection of flavour I kneed, that you need to be,
Because, dearest, there are other spices in this 'ere space
who can shake at me soon
and I will choose them.
Go on!
I dare you!
I kneed you (to)
So come on!
Spice things up!
Be this injection of flavour I kneed, that you need to be,
Because, dearest, there are other spices in this 'ere space
who can shake at me soon
and I will choose them.
Sunday, 1 November 2009
Infinite time?
I'm not talking about this now.
It hammers away
- hurts, even -
with the pace of my running...
(...?)
and with each step up there's one down too
and that's why not a day less will do.
I will ask you.
Because in that blissful moment of just ___
there is that kind of forever
there IS!
that has your name scratched in it
but I don't think you see it.
So don't go running away, you mad fool,
from you,
I don't want to give mine away!
So give me yours!
It hammers away
- hurts, even -
with the pace of my running...
(...?)
and with each step up there's one down too
and that's why not a day less will do.
I will ask you.
Because in that blissful moment of just ___
there is that kind of forever
there IS!
that has your name scratched in it
but I don't think you see it.
So don't go running away, you mad fool,
from you,
I don't want to give mine away!
So give me yours!
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