War songs in the Volvo
Happy as larry.
60 year old best friends,
My precious, abnormal family.
Thursday 14 August 2014
Tuesday 29 July 2014
Eager to be different.
11 years old
fully prepared
to enter the world.
Worried about body image,
hairy legs and the girls
that insist you're not good enough.
As if it were the most important thing.
I sit back and smile
as if watching myself
all of those years ago.
completely unaware
of the bliss and the
total lack of care
that was to come:
and the deep rooted desire to be
11 years old again.
fully prepared
to enter the world.
Worried about body image,
hairy legs and the girls
that insist you're not good enough.
As if it were the most important thing.
I sit back and smile
as if watching myself
all of those years ago.
completely unaware
of the bliss and the
total lack of care
that was to come:
and the deep rooted desire to be
11 years old again.
Self-Observation
You are vodka and lemonade
You are hours of television at silly o clock
You are constantly criticising yourself
You are 11 Campbell Street
You are messy and insanely unproductive.
You are dainty spliffs,
that you became to nervous to enjoy.
You are excitable about the littlest things:
future plans, free food, petting dogs in the street.
You are grassy knoll- your getaway.
You are floral patterns and mismatched outfits.
You are dad-dancing
You are your wonderful Grandma:
You are different without her.
You are cardigans, you are trainers.
You are your creepy, deformed ear lobe.
You are a daisy, in a field of roses.
You are constantly waiting,
Worried you’re wasting time.
You are the mass amount of time you waste.
You are long.
You are un-necessary walks to keep you sane.
You are silly segments of writing
and the books you love to be engulfed in.
You are nice - well, you really want to be.
You are not funny.
You are strange in ways I can’t describe.
You are hours of television at silly o clock
You are constantly criticising yourself
You are 11 Campbell Street
You are messy and insanely unproductive.
You are dainty spliffs,
that you became to nervous to enjoy.
You are excitable about the littlest things:
future plans, free food, petting dogs in the street.
You are grassy knoll- your getaway.
You are floral patterns and mismatched outfits.
You are dad-dancing
You are your wonderful Grandma:
You are different without her.
You are cardigans, you are trainers.
You are your creepy, deformed ear lobe.
You are a daisy, in a field of roses.
You are constantly waiting,
Worried you’re wasting time.
You are the mass amount of time you waste.
You are long.
You are un-necessary walks to keep you sane.
You are silly segments of writing
and the books you love to be engulfed in.
You are nice - well, you really want to be.
You are not funny.
You are strange in ways I can’t describe.
Falmer Man
25 years in this sweet little village
Observing ducks, embracing the quiet life.
8 years constantly looking for more
Never sitting down, appreciating what I have.
Always waiting for something: exciting or extraordinary.
You seem so content with your life,
I wish I could be so grateful.
I wish I could spend 25 years in a place
as beautiful as this,
never doubting the life I was living.
Observing ducks, embracing the quiet life.
8 years constantly looking for more
Never sitting down, appreciating what I have.
Always waiting for something: exciting or extraordinary.
You seem so content with your life,
I wish I could be so grateful.
I wish I could spend 25 years in a place
as beautiful as this,
never doubting the life I was living.
Partner in Crime
You are rum and coke
You are 5 o'clock in the morning
You are bacon and poached eggs
You are my old bedroom,
You are my office.
You are your vibrant, dreaded hair.
You are bottomless mugs of tea.
You are the dance in your shoes,
You are mad and unpredictable.
You are the past and the changes you've made.
You are insistent on being right.
You are the person who sees fun
and potential in the nervous wreck that I am.
You are my partner in crime.
You are 5 o'clock in the morning
You are bacon and poached eggs
You are my old bedroom,
You are my office.
You are your vibrant, dreaded hair.
You are bottomless mugs of tea.
You are the dance in your shoes,
You are mad and unpredictable.
You are the past and the changes you've made.
You are insistent on being right.
You are the person who sees fun
and potential in the nervous wreck that I am.
You are my partner in crime.
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