Friday, 8 March 2019
Martina
Is this really the place,
to start to cry,
when even love's ashamed,
ways around you show,
the beat of your time,
there's nowhere else to go,
soaked on the ocean main,
the desolate airlines you fly,
you never try to calculate,
what you need to know,
no longer sails the sky,
wooden box or lonely blow,
you once jumped bail,
county lines safe to climb,
beyond the spike of jail,
your lips can't atone,
news to my constant lies,
or see a heart grow cold,
it's not easy to explain,
what's going on inside,
seeing pain across your face,
your eyes full of why?
Wednesday, 6 March 2019
Shaun Three
I'm forever beat,
even with a common air,
but hope rescues everything,
when I need love,
heaven is a place to share,
sometimes with a little shove,
in debt gone to seed,
have a go at taking care,
it's not easy being free,
get dressed feel the tug,
never short of prayer,
a signal to up above,
I know how to keep,
a wooden house and chair,
drink is my sole conceit,
somewhere I can dream,
terrible faces stamp on stairs,
lit up like kerosene,
can everyone see,
the gaps between my hair,
do I need new teeth,
a smile gets you anywhere
Tuesday, 5 March 2019
Sean Two
They tell me get a grip,
strangers grasp me from below,
they can really give some lip,
I don't need drugs to pray,
sooth my bones,
find the need to get away,
stowaways make surly trips,
manacled wretched clones,
others take a coin and flip,
hollow jokes and spirits fray,
down unforgiving zones,
a lie in everything they say,
they make your spirits dip,
like alcoholic dojos,
with another 'script,
don't ask me how I sleep,
or even want to atone,
when faith makes a leap,
you wonder why I slip,
for every childhood groan,
on my coffin ship,
I sail away for home.
Monday, 4 March 2019
Sean
You like strong tea,
tears lachrymose,
to fill up the sea,
never one to atone,
you let yourself go ,
take out the thorns,
jokes your repartee,
might have once been so,
your head starts to ease,
replace time with certainty,
the moon fills your dome,
you'll always have needs,
the scorn they pour down,
why beat that drum,
where is your home,
you're not like a fiddly,
or one to roam,
just want to believe,
the kids that have gone,
their mother alone,
whisky a scouring stone,
when they all leave,
do you mop your brow,
walk to the lavatory,
admit that you're wrong
Sunday, 3 March 2019
Raith Four
It's been a while,
but there you go,
you're no longer a child,
when women start to pray,
or when the cock crows,
you'll have your say,
no need to find,
what you already own,
deep in your smile,
a star shows the way,
frozen in your bones,
there are not many trains,
say you don't mind,
you'd rather come alone,
whatever the time,
stay here a while,
wrapped against the snow,
you have great style,
we sit by a fire,
listening to the blow,
your eyes look wild,
lost in your soul.
Saturday, 2 March 2019
Raith Three
A diagnosis only half true,
she smells the Limes,
asks what's wrong with you,
acts like she knows,
the ties that bind,
blow hard on her bones,
hope brings you truth,
what can't be put right,
except there's no clue,
she won't be alone,
in this cosy light,
sits watching the crows,
has to keep going
through evening and night,
when the kids 'phone,
she sits near the flue,
it's not a crime,
for a fire to bring news,
says she'll be fine,
drink gets her through,
a strange time,
to wonder what's due?
Friday, 1 March 2019
Raith Two
Time breeds uncertainty,
the shouting and fighting,
the furious unease,
don't need the news,
to tell me what's right,
or sink down a few,
winter's like the heating,
lilac as the night,
it captures the need,
find another avenue,
some morning light,
who needs this curfew,
the walls are like treacle,
what's down the line,
before it's seized,
need to find the screw,
unlock my eyes,
it's dark in this milieu,
good reasons to scream,
wonders if there's fire,
or head for the sea,
got to keep happy.
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