In isolation, I stand
I hold no one’s hand
I don’t wish to get away
I think I’d rather stay
Stranded and alone
My body as my home
I’ll just stay stranded
And remain singlehanded
Tag: poem
E Numbers – 21st November 1986
Be my E-number
I want to eat you
Be of no
Nutritional value
Be my E
Four two two
You taste nice
But I don’t know what to do
Be my E-number
Inside my tummy
Be my E-number
Cos you taste so yummy
Be my E
Four nine one
I love the taste of you
On my tongue
Pigpen – 20th November 1986
Pigpen
Ditch water
Eat the mud
Spill the blood
In your slaughter
Pigpen
Happy then
Belly full
All full up
In your den
In your mud
In your blood
In your pigpen
Glory – 19th November 1986
What a wonderful world God’s created
Our lives are so underrated
Everywhere you go
People putting themselves down
Everyone you know
Putting you down
All the glory in this glorious show
Same old story about someone you don’t know
In You I Trusted – 18th November 1986
I put my trust in you
What do you do?
Beat me black and blue
In you I trusted
That’s been busted
Broken in two
Now I won’t trust you
Nightmare – 17th November 1986
You live in the gutter
Eating with the rats
You cough and splutter
In your nightmare perhaps
Falling, forever falling
Down on your friends
You can’t stop shouting and calling
Cos the nightmare never ends
Nineteen Seventies Sideburn – 16th November 1986
Hair on your cheeks
Runs in streaks
Looks a hairy mess
Nineteen Seventies sideburn
Horrible to caress
Ceremony – 15th November 1986
I’ve seen you in a million things
Don’t you know you’re the queen of dreams
You plotted to get me in your schemes
Now it’s happened it’s hard to believe
Ceremony – it’s you it brings
Call Me Crazy – 14th November 1986
Working hard to please my emotion
I’m a walking time bomb explosion
Blew my brains out in a lymphatic urge
Couldn’t understand my bodily surge
Heavenly bodies pull at my strings
Floating on a cushion of angel’s wings
Call me crazy, feed off my craze
Cos it’s the thing you want to taste
Over – 13th November 1986
It’s all over, this is the end
There’s no future left for me
Hung, drawn and quartered
At last I’ll be free
