Friday, 11 January 2019

Chrissie

When liars shout out rules, sing your own tunes, run away from pills, life is not some nosegay, that anyone can fill, to give you some headway, like money to every fool, find ways to laugh until. there's comfort in the Blues, sing them every day, they will never kill, the love you live aanyway, always dream of good news, don't worry at the chill, when you have to refuse, douse yourself with perfume, there'll always be bills, see your petals bloom, no need for love's curfew, to slake your thrills, act holy with silent moods, reduce yourself to nil.

Thursday, 10 January 2019

Paul Three

Don't sing me your Blues, hammer on the wire, go and pay some dues, life isn't a stone, taken to the fire, you could even atone, whoever gives you the news, see what's for hire, find your own truth, nature in its bones, says poison your desires, you'll always come home, read all the books, they always inspire, stay away from the booze, your own piece of ruin, always aspire, to love red suede shoes, each little bit of you, that everyone requires, give them no clue, say you're no liar.

Wednesday, 9 January 2019

Paul Two

Not drunk to ask why, accept you've been chosen, before you can deny, laugh at all the crazes, that they try to provoke, with stupid phrases, sing instead your favourite lines, when time goes by unspoken, all in a heaven's cry, outside of your lazes, the tattered overcoat, those sweet days of praying, the grave comes in time, to verify love's soaking, clouds lower the sky, dreams settle in fazes, blow on your cold bones, dance away the traces, a flower by your side, just some little token, more than any pride, of being broken.

Tuesday, 8 January 2019

Paul

We live in a haze, sheltered from the wind, as stuck as cellophane, best not to moan, or set a new trend, life's just a loan, do we buck the rain, scour the land, for our perfect train, in our worn-out clothes, enjoy being kind, we're not on our bones, make a step change, let crying lie in, love's more than trade, when someone groans, says hope's in the bin, move out of that zone, chained to our days, we break free of sin, in greater ways, to understand?

Monday, 7 January 2019

Esme Three

If there are any good parts, I hear her say, they're in your heart, I look at the moon, a spring tide today, everything comes too soon, I'm cool but my eyes spark, wouldn't it be great, to make a new start, to live somewhere new, she listens but waits, doesn't need more truth, a psychiatrist by starts, emotion's just a name, I'll sell the car, she'll let it go that far, smiles and hesitates, kisses me beneath the stars, she tears me apart, I'm the fool you state, you're not so smart, she holds my face.

Sunday, 6 January 2019

Esme Two

Water runs softly, there's a need for grace, to ease my swollen feet, strained in my moans, I settle at this place, heart against bone, have to leave the city, blown here by the rain, carry all that's with me, alone in this grotto, there are words to say, how to atone, for all the grim testimony, given me this day, that price is offertory, when fatuous jokes kill me, all the useless games, discretion becomes inventory, I want to receive, to throw away the cage, delighted to believe, the sunshine on my face.

Saturday, 5 January 2019

Esme

Tunes jingle and she sways, my insides screech, need to make my case, between home and missing you, help me to say, what I most rue, my tear-streaked face, lemon blue by the sea, shows it's the way, we kill the truth, our own conceit, through constant hoops, other thoughts'll come late, eager to squeeze, memories from my lovers face, they echo my disgrace, a coward's retreat, without hope or shape, maybe there's a way, I can still feel easy, wiping clean the slate, claim my release.