The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
Silent stone word carved By church and heath Says so little Of the soul that lies Under turf And sky What spark was lit From that mortal frame And raised From lowly shepherd So divine a voice In this lonely place? I feel a debt Of thankfulness And humility To this kindred spirit Whose majesty I feel Reaching out As I stand Before the Silent stone word carved
19/09/1998
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A death
Tragic
Unnecessary
Came to my view
On the television
The other day
A person
Alone
Had ceased to be
And I cried
26/09/1998
Leave a CommentI sit here in my room and look out across the street There is a light on in someone's room Whose I'll never know, someone I know I will never meet I'm just a stooped raincoat in the gloom Star shine Shine brightly Brightly on those out there who know Know what it means to be tired and alone Alone without anyone Anyone to love I walk in the park watching prams pulling mothers Talking to no-one, letting their children play Passing me by, going back to their lovers Not seeing a stooped raincoat in their way Star shine Shine brightly Brightly on anyone out there who loves Loves all those who are tired and alone Alone without anyone Anyone to love I recall the one I love, how her going hurt me so Standing there, an old suitcase in her hand She told me she had to leave, had to go She couldn't love a stooped raincoat so bland Star shine Shine brightly Brightly down on the one whose leaving hurt me so So much it left me tired and alone Alone without anyone Anyone to love I stand alone in the city square and look round There's nothing here except the city lights Nothing here for me in this cold, hard town For a lost stooped raincoat in the night Star shine Shine brightly Brightly down on all those lonely people here Here where we live so tired and alone Alone without anyone Anyone to love I turn round and head back to my lifeless room The light is off now there across the street It doesn't matter anyway, let my pain resume For me, a stooped raincoat incomplete Star shine Shine brightly Brightly down on the life I leave behind Behind me so tired and alone Alone without anyone Anyone to love
05/03/2003
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As I stumble through this existence
I wander past
Rows of stark stone prisons
Encaging sad suburban souls
Within their lifeless, faced-brick cells.
They mete out their unhappy existences
Behind tired chintz masks
Vying with each other
In uselessness
And emptiness
Trying to be the first
To new levels of unhappiness.
They seek to pacify
Their material gods
With plastic offerings
Lain before a brushed chrome altar.
They have the same oneness of mediocrity,
Of outward decency
And inward moral gangrene.
They talk of the weather,
The news,
The garden
And inside they lust
For fornication
To the world they are virtuous
And to the universe nothing
Forever NOTHING.
13/07/1990
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And another one dies
Of AIDS, of TB, of cancer
What does it matter?
We don't care
Why should we?
It doesn't affect us
Secure in our towers of privilege
Looking down on those below.
How easily we condemn their poverty
From our exalted positions
Do we really need them?
We ask themselves
They are just an eyesore
On our cultured landscape
They don't contribute anything
Useful
To our lives
We are better off without them!
And outside
Another one dies.
16/07/1990
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