Icy pouring rain icy pouring rain icy pouring rain… zippy the pinhead and jack chick tracts found on the floor at random I couldn’t have found something like that if I’d had amillion years but I wasn’t trying If I overgift someone it is because they are expected to share, so Beware if I ever… Continue reading Icy pouring rain
Category: bad poetry
Lyrics Of The Day:
(The Cure,off Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me…) “How Beautiful You Are” You want to know why I hate you? Well I’ll try and explain… You remember that day in paris When we wandered through the rain And promised to each other That we’d always think the same And dreamed that dream To be two… Continue reading Lyrics Of The Day:
Amnesiac Lover
Baby’s an amnesiac and never ever calls you back you could die tonight of a heart attack amnesiac lover would never discover might confuse you with another tells the same stories tells the same stories tells the same stories a hundred times a day
Laborday Blues (detritus)
Half drunk still, he lurked in the shadows and I stood in the doorway and he said I looked like Tori Amos “in a cool and beautiful way” but the camera had a low battery so this can be neither confirmed nor denied. Still I felt the need to preserve it for posterity. Vain and… Continue reading Laborday Blues (detritus)
thoughts
When you’re absent minded, everything’s a pleasant surprise. http://www.members.cox.net/corbid/exponentialdetritus.html
doormats
Some Pandoras never learn their lesson and just keep looking for other doors to open ignoring the ills for the hope left behind girls who are not wise clever but not wise (detritus)(poetica)(myth)(opinion)(divination)
Argue amongst yourselves
And who was she in some other incarnation? Friend,lover,sister,mother or mortal enemy? Seems strange still you haven’t known each other lifetimes Strange but true And who is she now? Lifesucking vampire? Bright,sweet muse? Thorn in your precious side? Nothing if not constant Yours for the taking Yet always out of reach You say so much… Continue reading Argue amongst yourselves
oblivion…
Ridiculous little poem I wrote myself weeks ago… (Sung to the tune of “Anarchy In The UK” by the Sex Pistols) Too old to be an anarchist And too cold to be a child of christ Don’t know what I want and don’t know how to get it Don’t want to destroy Just want oblivion