Your I-Phone

There is nothing to believe in
All words are void
Phrases thrown about
Willy nilly

What does anything mean?
You love your i-phone
And I can't relate to you
WIth your meaningless conversations

I see you update your status daily
What an age we live in
What happened to old fashioned letters
And pecks on the cheek?

What happened to my long lost love?
Did I just grow up?
Or did you become stupid
And de-sensitised to anything approaching romance or culture

Your world is as black as sin
You actually know nothing
It is a crying shame

Your mind is sinking into a black hole
Dirty colours spoil your sea
X-Factor, Corrie
and the BBC

If I could only show you the works of my favourite poets
and music which has meaning
Maybe you could be saved
Would you want to be saved?

A Room Of Unfolding Treasures

You stretch out on my bed, why my bed?
Singing to Felt
And it is without doubt
The most beautiful thing I have ever seen

Salty kisses in which we partake
Are making my heart ache
With fear and happiness
Rolled into one like a pot yoghurt

I am an array of flavours
Delicate to touch
I am a room of unfolding treasures
My love on the run

Sat there smoking,
blowing ringlets
You say 'imagine being Lou Reed'

I can't imagine, I'm fixed on you
I'm hooked
I'm faithful to your beauty and wit

Only three more days
and we'll be in Milan
Only one more kiss
and I promise I'll leave

Why don't you leave?
Pretending isn't your speciality
Here we are in a loving tenement
Listening to radio 4 and snorting drugs

It's never the same two things
And someone will get hurt;

In one way or an another

That's why I have to go
Leave you with my copy of Verlaine
And say farewell
Just this one last time

The Void

My love for you was inevitable
Like the sea grappling the sand
Powerless

Beacons are alive
Glistening on the horizon
But not for you my love

The morning is stretched out
Quivering, yet devout
Lamposts are blinking
Yet my heart is sinking

The void in your eyes
Is what's left behind
The abyss
In which I've abandoned

DRENCH

You are the scum of the earth
Lost in a blanket of the night sky

I am the twelve digits
That you will never unlock

I can't fight no more, I am drowning in the sea of mediocrity
You don't realise what you've done to me

I wish I could live in a Dali painting
Where clocks have collapsed

Just live in the moment
Just stop the rot

Drenched 'neath the lies
Three more words to utterly despise

I am not coming back
I am not coming back