Poetry

Saturday 29 April 2023

Josie George is missing

 Josie George is missing

I read it in the news

I remember beauty

No more black and blues

The sum of life is pretty

It is the thing that lights the fuse

Of Josie George is missing 

I heard it in the news


What if I were missing

Would anyone really care

I've been thinking a lot about quitting

But I think I'd miss being there


She once squeezed much stomach

I felt affronted but also thrilled

Why would she do that thing

Fuck I lost the plot I was killed

By my own denial of attraction 

From when I was a boy

As if it mattered the compaction

Of a certain quantity of joy

I never pursued my own

Dreams

Was always willing to be somebody's toy

But now Josie George is missing

I know she's dead her life destroyed

Morning

 I don't want to break your heart

but I think 

I have to

I am where I start

and where I get to

I don't need a poisoned dart

I have the morning dew

 And that is where love departs

And where time is due


It's a far cry

 lesserback gull


the short straw


draw the match

parents say to the child you drew the match


Tired

 The dog is rising to the moon

The silver ships they leave too soon

Children cry and laugh

And Seagulls do the same

While I am taking a bath

As I try to remember my name

Strangers

 I used to hold you in high regard

I laid my heart on the table

Like I did my cards

But you blew me off

With a woman's facade

Oh but we're strangers now


I looked for you in the glass arcade

In the hall of mirrors I was your charade

I danced in the rain but on your parade

And that's why we're strangers now


Did you think I was something you could scoff at

No I'm not like a squash ball you can swat at

I may give in, I may bend and change

But I'll bounce back for I've rearranged

And we're strangers now

Cold caller

 Cold caller,

cold caller

Why are you so hot

Always trying to get

into where your'e not

Wanted nor desired

Like a fly in the pot

Cold caller cold caller

Get out of my spot


Can you sing a Symphony

Full of all I desire

Oh can you sing in sympathy

Like an angel choir

Oh Romeo loved Juliet

But they both got burnt by fire

Now if you call that synergy

I think you should blame the Friar

Earth Quacks and Doctor Ducks

 Friends in high places

And a song to believe

Wiping their faces, with the heart on your sleeve

Can you draw aces, with a sleight of hand

I didn't know the places where they gamble their land


A friend indeed is a friend in need

And too many ducks to breed

Give me a false friend, show me the decoy

There is an Earth quake to a avoid 

When your boots shake to destroy

Those towers of Babel in a foreign land

The songs that stand taller than anyone can


Yes it was murphy's law I knew it had to be his

As I walked in the bar and asked for a fizz

We don't serve women here, you have to bring your own

Not necessary to own your own home


Get what's coming to you

If you survive the ordeal

Maybe God will punish you

For ordering that meal

Maybe Christ will have mery

And on bended knee

You'll know the value of certainy

In life's inconstancy