Fragments recalled from a wedding

Fragments recalled from a wedding

Memory hazy, through wine glasses see,

something between humanity and me.

Such parts I recall, somewhat poignant,

to remind me I feel so damned fortunate.

Groom party beside church, top hats in the air,

the scene sudden jolts under the Sun's glare.

Old friends together, in secure tradition

instantly distance my present condition.

Now inside God's house, respect I do show.

Hymns, prayers, sealed lips, no belief: now they know.

I feel a burden to sing, to join in,

hypocrite I'm not, though respect I don't win.

So gathered outside, bride to groom is wed.

I've tried to dress cool, a fat prick instead.

Colleagues together and nearest the car,

no photo's of us, lets head for the bar.

Back to the house and reception begins,

"We're spare parts here", so best not to fit in.

When one is apart, unnoticed you go,

to observe mankind and to know her woe.

Sat at our table, introductions made;

I quickly offend, through politics wade.

Said "Leeds has no soul" "how dare you" she cried,

"stimulate debate, opinions divide".

The band strikes up and the first dance is shared;

the romance is alive and nothing compared

in life so far to this, your moment, now

stand in the spotlight, then return to the crowd.

The night grows old and I'm warm dancing drunk,

busting my moves she smiles, inside she's sunk.

Outside she's hard, but her hands soft and warm;

so tough for the single, they dance on toward dawn.

More Misc.

Lads Night Out

You go out
on your lads night out,
and I will
stay at home tonight,
and be myself
in the cold and distant light.

In the awful solitude
that I must lone endure
to be myself
in this dead and dying town.

I can smell the beer
from in the attic here,
and you are much
better without me.

You sniff the air tonight
and in your gut it slightly
hits you that you
are alone like me.

Decide not alive

The mist off the hills,
thunder clap slap back,
eye socket pain pills.

Sodden wood beaming,
shit job lazy sod,
rain like tears streaming.

Favour the artist?
business man,
or the worker drone?

Just a cod piece,
nervous man,
comfy life so alone.

Steamy breath hang air,
gutters drain late rain,
road smell rising there.

Three ways to turn here,
decide not alive,
unless choice of fear.

One shot two kills

One shot, two kills,
stop gut, feel ill,
breed Death, gone soul,
short breath, not old,
shell bang, eat dust,
chip fang, clik thrust.

Feel Brand New

With beats like rock
and higher places,
I can see your
different faces,
and I feel brand new.

Whats the point in
making excuses,
I just love your
flowing juices,
and I feel brand new.

Baggy, baggy pants
wander round the house,
the flames in me
only you can douse,
and I feel brand new.

Look out now
here comes my chance
to prove that really
I can dance,
and feel brand new.

Die is be alone

Last night I
stood atop a cliff
and looked I think
further out than
I did before.

All was black
sky was dark
and I was empty
sea terrified me
light was deathly gone.

So turned I
round to face you
have to touch you
knew that instant
to die is be alone.

In darkness
fear took me
loneliness winded me
I saw no light
and then I saw you.

Secrets of my Book

Secrets I love to keep,
in parts of me you don't seek.
Pages of this book,
characters I took.
I live them out alone,
in spare moments when I'm home.

The sum
of all
I am
is here
with you.

I simply cannot perform
these melodies so warm.
And words or tunes of mine,
will fade in shades of time.
No-one will know
the thoughts from my lips that flowed.