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Barista Blues
I lost my girl to a barista
He’s taken all I’d got
Wrote her name on her cup, then he kissed her
While she necked an espresso shot
I thought that I could trust her
But this is no minor affliction
Her love for the bean’s robusta
It’s a terminal addiction
I’m a has bean on the cafe scene
You could say at this juncture
Since I lost my Costa Coffee Queen
My Nespresso capsule’s punctured
Wednesday 22nd May 2024 11:11 am
Heartfall
hanging there its waiting
each and every little part
dangling just on the edge
the avalanche in my heart
snow melted has frozen,
stones skitter on a rink,
quick to rip and tumble
before I can even think
waiting at a precipice
crawling ever nearer
my fate in your hands
kismet never clearer
further descent of snow
dead weight on icy rock
I can...
Wednesday 18th November 2020 10:51 am
Lil Ray of Sunshine
Yeah it's been longer than a minute,
so i gotta let this go,
everything that i've kept in,
these words ready to flow.
As much as i speak,
little did you ever know,
that this lil ray of sunshine turned into a pitchblack soul.
I remember a few years ago I preached a lot,
I had some words of wisdom so I shared my thoughts.
I preached about loyalty , respect and gangsta...
Monday 13th July 2020 6:33 am
SOUTHERN COMFORT
Southern comfort was there on tap
and while her husband was at work
we shared the usual prevarication,
the evening and the feelings
began to stir, an open invitation.
In the tiny upstairs room
her walls began to open up
a honeydew, a silky cup.
My tongue was like a questing snail,
out of its shell
a horny tale.
The main course followed
Southern comfort...
Thursday 2nd June 2016 11:27 am
A Hell Turned Paradise
My beloved
I always remember
Once my soul
Had taken a ride
On a marital-bliss river
Jubilant nothing or no one
Could put us asunder.
But after I learnt
You have sown mistrust
On the fertile ground
Of my heart
When you cheated on me
Wilfully letting
A cherished corner
To a lover another
The quite donning
Ecstasy's river
Which I happily
Used to ride
Had taken leave
For ever
T...
Wednesday 2nd September 2015 3:49 pm
riddle me this fatman
riddle me this fatman
I must not grieve my silences
while choosing not to breathe lies into them
yet because you feel you are owed a poem
my education, which has only been borrowed,
must make the arguments promised of a bullet
more compelling than Neruda could even know
linked through bitterness, to
deluge the starving with the busy
decorum of disastrous diligence
you may, if ...
Saturday 22nd February 2014 9:21 pm
MMMM (For all you shortlinists)
MMMM
Mattress
Mistress
Bed test
Bliss rest
Hand felt
Heartfelt
Hand dealt
Heart melt.
Friday 25th October 2013 10:05 pm
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