You don’t love me
Cos I never clean my nails
You don’t love me
So don’t tell such tales
You don’t love me
Cos my hair is untidy
You don’t love me
Cos I’m always out on Friday
Author: tenzenmen
Australasian DIY music specialist, amongst other things
Old Man Pissed In Pub – 17th March 1988
Saw something funny yesterday
An old man from yesteryear
Singing some old army songs
In one hand, a fag, in the other, a beer
And he resigns himself to reminisce
Sat in a pub just getting pissed
And the tears in his eyes
Come from the youngster’s jibes
They just think he’s an old man pissed as a fart
One thing that rings true, they’re worlds apart
A Madness Of The Impossible – 1st December 2021
The very essence of my soul betrayed
No knowledge may heal the would I made
In this fog, there is nowhere to be or go
I just can’t forgive myself I’m afraid
Misery and self-loathing bedevil my days
A madness of the impossible Derrida says
The radical act of self-forgiveness so
Absolve yourself, you must find the ways
Inspired (and butchered) by a reply to a letter to Nick Cave at The Red Hand Files newsletter
To Be Continued – 16th March 1988
Part one has just started
Your customer now out-smarted
Part one was great
But….to be continued at a later date?
Now you’re in a state
So you wait for part two
And what do you do?
Leave another cliffhanger
To generate more anger
And money
That’s funny
Get your special binder
Free for a fiver
Just a reminder
Reading In Bed – 30th November 2021
They were so meaningful, the words I read
As I fell to sleep, they remained in my head
They resonated more than any words said
But something happened as I was sleeping in my bed
This morning the memory struggles to recall
My mind is empty, without any words at all
Not even the gist, a notion or a vague idea
One day they’ll pop up again and the memory will be clear
Alone In My Grandparent’s Living Room – 29th November 2021
The air in this room is still
No motes of dust floating in sunlight
Each second the grandfather clock creaks
Each hour a church bells delight
Braced against cold, a fire emerges
Blankets removed at the next bell
The crackle and roar has settled now
As the sun struggles up over the hill
The window frost starts running
New roads made on the warming glass
Soon all the bears will awaken
And another day shall quietly pass
The ghosts of this room may gather
But will one day be all forgot
The fire replaced, the window glazed
And the striking of bells will not
This Medical Condition – 28th November 2021
It’s a pre-existing medical condition
The living, breathing, eating, shitting me
A lifetime, pre-post-existence
Gladly spent pondering what it is to be
Ozma – 27th November 2021
The hungry tiger had dead babies on his conscience
The more he wondered, the hungrier he got
Why was it so, that he should be born this way?
Which crazy god made this the hungry tigers lot?
Funny Old World – 6th March 1988
I said to my friend “It’s a funny old world”
He stopped crying and said “Yeah”
You know if we’re born without a smile
I wonder how we would fare?
Breakout – 26th November 2021
The steeples point to heaven
Yet my feet are here on earth
The cities yield to the dirt
Whilst the woods exercise their mirth
Solace amongst the battlements
Whilst treading familiar paths
Breath deep the cool pine air
The sun sets upon our gentle hearts
United in our spiritual mores
This ghostly presence felt
Brings gladness to my heart
For these present tidings dealt
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