Poetry

nah listen I’ve got a better one

One time I was watching Ratatouille and the world stopped moving
So I went outside and gave it a push

Another time I thought I heard a necklace cry
I asked her what was wrong she said
Babe you should have left today
I didn’t like her answer so I went home

This other time I paid the blue in the sky to come for tea
It never turned up
Later that evening it sent me a note
‘Sorry’, it read
‘I was hoping you were just being polite’
‘Sometimes I get nervous, sometimes I’m just lazy’
I still see them sometimes
It’s not awkward

Did I tell you about the time I swapped tales with a footnote
They said, you remind me of this train of thought I met
I liked that
But their vibe was off
And I didn’t like the way they kept looking at their phone

Someday soon I’ll tell you about the day
My family inflated me and took me to the beach
They stopped looking and I blew away
A sailor took a picture and it ended up in the paper
It was the best day of their lives
It was Thursday

Now and then my mind goes back to the cream cleanser days
Swilling astride the sink like there was three todays, no tomorrow
Those were simpler times but I’d never have them back

I don’t have the figure for it anymore
I never stop looking

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how to take a clock apart (and put it back together)

“Time to forgive time to forget”
I’m finding there’s never enough for me
On Tuesday I took a clock apart, I wanted to see what happens

Turns out it just makes a mess

I need to clean the hours off my hands

It’s dinner time after and I eat digression
For dessert I think I’ll have the flakes of paint that fall from the ceiling onto my tray
Keeping all of this in my head until they ask for it back
Every time I see you your eyes are smaller
Every time I see your eyes I feel smaller

Your prerogative of course to take it too literally
So I stand and watch you leak
Like fountain pen
They wanted you then they lost you again

Now I’m asleep again
Holding onto the edge of a turning page
Easy fall
Happier days lie ahead
An ever higher standard of living
The American Way

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coutrements

The clearing of the throat
Second turn of the real
All saw it coming but no one moved
Someone left the TV on
Fetish of the death of the fetish of death
A murder case if I’ve ever seen one
Might have thought I cared before
Turns out we were all looking at the outlines
I haven’t been drinking your water

I got picked up
Saw mutton and I liked it
You’re second to that joke of a suggestion
But on the way here someone took your place
Maybe they needed it more
Happily I left for warmer climes in my head before this all went off

Are you happier out here
Or should I let you go back inside
Unforeseen issues threaten the sale and distribution of the game of life
You’ll have to bring your own dice
Carry the six and lose the four
Be there for seven

Lost in a cloud of apprehension
Then later around two o clock
Little in the way of warning
It began to rain pity
Rude
Wets you through it does
Weatherman never tells me this

They would put it more bluntly 
But I’ll do you a frankness
You really stank the place out
The milk spilled days ago but the smell only started today

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Babestation’s big elephant

I took a deep breath and it had you in it
How’s it been
I need to tell you something but I haven’t bought the words yet
Ring me when the budget dictionary comes out

Until then I’m tracing emotions I found in a park on the estate
I cried because the kids won’t play here anymore

Vivid rich imagery
I can do you some for five euro
But don’t bother, you don’t know where he’ll spend it
‘Fat chance’ she said
I’m more into slim pickings
Why do you think you never see me around anymore