Started on 20 Apr 201414 poems
even if you forgive i will not accept...
even if you forgive i will never come back...
even if you
And as I sit in the gutter, and pat my wee mud pie,
Broken, bandaged stick stored beside, ready for
Ah now, but it was a hard auld station all right,
Holding back the wild thing, straining at the
No-one likes a smart-arse, that’s for sure,
Least of all me.
Unless, of course, it is me.
White and smooth,
Pocketed flat and small.
The Kittiwakes squat
In sandstone cliffs,
Oh bury your face if you like,
Push it down into your hands there.
Look out through closed
I look for you, but I cannot find,
I feel like the straggler that gets left behind.
I long to know
I don’t know who you think you are,
But you don’t fool me.
No, not with what I know about
If I spoke, would you hear me?
If I was there in flesh, would you come near me?
If I knocked,
Window down, press button,
OK, got it..
Lock, walk, walk,
I guess it had been coming a long time now,
After all the comical farce,
Only without the
In your leaving of that morning, we were the ones that you forgot,
Discarded in your quiet rush to
The darkened room, in claustrophobic corner,
Holds me entranced, and yet detached, in silent
I stand on tortured twisted rocks
Two and a quarter miles above
The surface of the sea they were