Here are two poems I wrote recently, one of them whilst heavily under the influence of alcohol... see if you can guess which one...
WANTED. New Life.
A kooky girl who makes me smile,
Sunny autumn afternoons,
The smell of freshly washed sheets,
Canned laughter in 70's sitcoms,
Telephone calls from long lost friends,
Sand stuck between my toes,
And less of the bad things.
Sometimes I feel like foot mouth,
Mixed up, ripped up heart,
Playing to your jigsaw motion
Trying not to laugh.
Sometimes I feel like lipless ear
Flame fanned lonely seer,
Reciting all your speeches,
Schisming your fears.
Sometimes I feel like finger toe,
Trapped in shuttered silk,
Searching for an upside exit,
Going for the kill.
Once I felt like heart mind,
Hopping through the ether,
Searching for your faith.
"Don't see what I do not want to see,
you don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way."