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

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...