My One True Believer

I felt your face
felt for you
your indecision
the beautiful
shock of your sudden smile

and in all my failure
to succeed
you are there
my one true
believer

I felt your hair
nape of your neck
slightly shy
I am always
discovering

and in all my failure
to succeed
you are there
my one true
believer

I felt you smiling
as if at a child
eyes soft and indulgent
and I undeserving
absent-mindedly,
crying

and through all my failure
to succeed
at the games
out there
you are constant
my one true
believer

isn't it

Where do all the trout souls swim to?

Here, amongst the weeds, we love the poetry of Jurgen Gavin. Here's one that always gets my mate, The Cush, creaming his Y-fronts. It's called...Where do all the trout souls swim to?

Where do all the trout souls swim to...
Trout soul, Trout soul,Soul of Trout.
I see the shoals of souls upstream...
Trout soul,Trout soul,Soul of Trout.
Souls of Trout within fast flowing time...
Trout soul,Trout soul,Soul of Trout.
Isn't it...

[Source: 'The Poetry of Jurgen Gavin - Late Trout Period' Faber, 1998]

You're My Kebab

You
YOU!
When I look at you
I feel like I do on a Friday night
When I take my first bite
of a Donna kebab
A wash of satisfaction
drool down my chin
I think this is Love
Am I your kebab too?
Isn't it...

[Source: 'Street Scenes and Spilt Baked Beans', Mid-Polly Perkins Period]

Love is a four letter word, and sex a squelch...

Alone in my bedshack
under neath my stanket
i yankit despiritly
Isn't it...

Like the desperate salmon...

soaring sweeping leaping
through turbulence and tide
there is a calling inside me
and like the desperate salmon
I swim towards oblivion

I will be dead
My will be done
Cold on the stone
vacant Mannequin -
And all that and ever-I-think.
Isn't it...