The Lonely Girl -song-

he came too late to save her

she cried a thousand tears

onto his hands as he held her

and told her it’s over my dear

he left her sitting with her thoughts

she watched him leave and she knew

there was nothing for her

she cried a thousand more tears

filled her yellow room with woe

people they came to see her

she drank and she laughed and

she told them to go

ohh the lonely girl

with everything but someone in this world

she drank a thousand bottles

of dirty cheap red wine

and though her life lay out before her

she felt she was running out of time

...many have felt this way

but oh what comfort can that bring?

when you do not

like yourself

no one can give you a thing

ooh the lonely girl,

with everything but someone in this world

she cried one last tear

to see if she could still feel something

then the sun broke through the clouds

and she lay her body down

she fell into a deep deep sleep

and dreamed a thousand beautiful dreams

and when she awoke the world was changed

and she took a breath

and left the house

and saw her friends

and laughed again

oh the lonely girl
oh the lonely girl

theseathesea

 

Julie K7

 Julie K7

called you in the night

to hear the line whither

in your absence

called your face 

to my mind

horrified

to not see

you clearly

you were there

you were on the train

smoke inhalation

tunnels and tunnels

held by your mother

eventually

you will cry

cry out

in your sleep

reach out

blindly

this time

this time

emptiness greedy

as the love waits

...

D.

Fallen arches 

On my chest,

Where the pain rests.

You will insist

It is alright,

But in the night there is fear,

All running

Towards what is near.

The end.

Shifting now to then.

Making of you a shadow.

Do not be afraid

For you have made

Me,

And I will hold you,

At once and always,

In my heart

In my mind

In my words

For all time.

Poemapologiser 1

Despair

Do I feel my body?

The blood flowing.

The heart beating.

My window is a picture,

The tops of trees;

The sky;

Full and green,

Heavy lilac blue…

Your skin under my fingers,

Your ribs hard under that skin.

A photograph a poem a painting,

Can you see how

I could make any of those

From everything.

Rock sand glass

Rocks and glass

Glass sand rock

Glass and rock.

I adore the bruises you bestow

With your milk white teeth

The blue veins thrill

At your wrist.

Anxiety got the better of me,

In the kitchen I fell

Onto slate,

And did not get up.

Till you found me.

Wrapped arms around me.

Nothing in your eyes but

Compassionate confusion.

The Makers Wife

Coins of cool copper skin

Dress her skull.

In a further truth of years,

Those known in youth

Would not recognize her

Head bowed,

But would flicker recognition

At a raised face,

Staring eyes.

The eyes that shivered them.

The young men shiver.

The young women shiver.

The eyes that laughed

That cried

That danced

And sighed,

At word of trust-

At sights now dust-

And stirred their lust,

For one touch,

Just one touch.

A touch.

He tired in her

A cosmology

A need to trace the form

Of air currents

And constellations

Of the cold sky and the warm

In her belly stirred

A translucent limb,

An ivory army

That wavered and fought

With its military

Molecules netted then –

Whitely stopped their course.

Redly and raggedly began her grief,

He howled down the moon

And gnashed his sculptor’s teeth.

He became nought but a shadow

She all but a cloud,

They danced a shady route

Through lonely light,

Accepting the blows

Of wind and of doubt,

Allowing the world to winkle them out.

Display the shapes of memory

In photographs never shot,

Forcing them to accept

Synchronicity,

Duplicity

And an air of constant rot.

He moulded iron as stars,

She cast word as stone.

He slept in tar and feathers

As she lay on bleached leaves.

Crackling.

Rain shudders down,

Her walls are sand and board.

The air oppresses decency

And she cries out to them all-

Shuffling down the corridor.

The shadow of a man

Who spent his youth in the pursuit

Of being . . .

Their love grew like an orchard.

Barren it chewed

For years.

Fat and twisted roots

Fed on soil and fallen rotten fruits.

 

Notations of Improvisations -hmmm, BALLS TO YOU TOO M8.

Nov 25 b

-no cappo- 1 5.45.4.54.54 (with 4 on/off on second fret) x3 then same but 2 and 4 off on,etc.

not this way

not that way

not this way

well which way?

Well which way?

Well which way?

All I feel is heavy-

All I am ---- seems far ---a---way-

Not that way

Not this way

Not that way-

Not---

All I do will vanish-

All I make ---is only one wish-

Never a full bite-

Only ---the smallest slice-

Not this way---

All I feel is fire

Is water

Is fire

Is water-

Not this way not that way not this way

Not that way not this way not that way- aooooh----

Nov 25 d

The wood stays still

26- The willow in the park weeps over the water-

all we know is nothing new, nude as we brought you-

naked till your boot heels needed mending

clothed now with attention to no details-

aaaaaah- blue ooooh – aaaah-

city streets go slicker with the winter-

people they get colder, even frailer-

laughing at the star and at the sticker-

acting like it’s over- only getting thicker-

aaaaaaaah- red---ooooooooh-

looking at my friends now like they’re strangers

all their words innocent, ignorant of danger-

hope their children stay safe-

hope they age sedate-

bluuuu-ooooooooh-oooooooooh- and- oooooooh-ooooooh- who will be- red- to- next.

Nov 26 e

It’s not that I remember

Or really want to forget

It’s just that you remind me ---o-of that terrible mess-

The battle on a steep slope-

The sticky linger of abandoned hope-

So- they come-

So- they leave-

Sew their seeds-

Reap monsters-

Sew their seeds-

Reap monsters-

57- It’s never been a problem--- to shrug off competition-

But they do disappear once I’ve bloody bitten them-bitten them-bitten them

Though- you never come now-

Though you’ll never learn how-

Though- you never come now-

Though you’ll never learn how-

Nov 26 f

My head is hot and getting hotter

I need to fall into the water-

My hair is burning, I can smell it-

It catches fire and I let it-

-forehead frowning

-senses drowning-

The sun is close and getting closer

The sun is close and getting closer

The earth is strong and does not need us

The earth is strong and does not need us

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