Zeit Geist Brown Lager

You're a beautiful thing

you chocolate coloured minx

if only you were the flavour 

in all of my drinks

Your roasty sweet liquid

spills out in a gush

my taste buds are ecstatic

I can feel my face flush

You're my favourite bottled babe

My moment of clarity

I don't even care if people suggest

That I have object sexuality 

love poem #4

Sometimes I think of the moon, and I feel so in love that I'm surprised I don't knock over my telescope.

Every night, once the sun's fucked off, the moon strolls out from behind the clouds and back into my life.

He is constantly changing, swelling and shrinking. Our relationship is a success because we keep things fresh.

Everyone tells me I'm crazy, that the moon doesn't love me, that he probably has another woman on the other side of the world.

But I'll continue to wait for him, inching closer*, until we finally embrace, and the spinning planet is drowned in tidal waves.






*Author is aware that the moon is infact moving away from earth, not closer.

flew

I remember the first night I stayed in your flat
and the way my heart began to race
as cars sped by outside
I thought they were fighter jets

Paper Anniversary

I'm really sorry I made you stalk me,
I didn't mean to call you names,

but when I found you crouched in my bushes

I thought you were quite insane.

And that night I saw those love letters,

limbo-ing under my door,

I'm really sorry I broke your nose,

I can see now I was such a bore.

I can even forgive that you 'borrowed' my cat,

skinned him alive,

and sent him back, 

as a hat.

Because when our eyes met in the court room,

much to my alarm, 

I felt something warm inside me,

and I realised you meant me no harm.

'I just wanted to be near you' you said,

and I knew that this was true,

because at that moment,

I knew that I was in love with you too.

Much time passed, and we grew closer together,

we'd creep about hand in hand,

in all sorts of weather.

But then we were in the courtroom,

for the second time,

and as the angry wardens

wrenched your tender palm from mine

The jowly judge said

'unhand your wife' 

as he sentenced us both,

to imprisonment for life.

I just felt that her infant

should have been ours,

And now we're sending love paper planes

across prison towers.

you can't get a dollar outta me.

Precious Gem

"Anything" You said
"Just write anything"

So I just wrote you a poem

                      about how your eyes are more lovely

 than the two most precious gems;
and about how your fingernails are like the most perfect little shells;
about how there ought to be a statue of you,

              made of diamonds, on top of mount Everest

                       and about how I'd like to sleep

              under a quilt made of all your laundry.

  You read my poem, and sighed and said you'd started seeing
                           someone else.

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