Tag: poems
I Crawl
Gifted
Music-Ha
That Cloud
*Mirages – 14th January 1985
Dream? Or was it?
It climbed into the closet
Shooting unearthly discharges
The nightmare enlarges
Open up the door
It’s there for sure
But something is wrong
The creature has gone
A mirage or a dream
Things aren’t what they seem
The whiskey, somehow
Is empty now
The Week That Was
Record of the week: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – Who’ll Build a Box for Black Paul?, Wasted Youth – Paris, France, Inca Babies – The Judge
14th January 1985
M: Got shit from Dave Gilby for not going to college. Feeling really tired. Did the usual things.
A: Piwi won’t be at work tomorrow so fuck knows what’s going to happen with just me and Martin there.
E: Went to Muz’s who’s being a shit again. Went to H’s. Dandy is one of my erogenous zones.
6
15th January 1985
M: Gilby reckons he’ll dock a day’s pay for not going to college. Having trouble with fucking hundreds of shortages.
A: Not much to do this afternoon. Wrote a good poem called ‘The Day The Apples Turned to Poison.’ Haven’t quite stopped smoking.
E: Had a bath. Missed the Old Grey Whistle Test. Pretty tired, 9.00.
5
16th January 1985
M: Got school bus. Had a laugh on there. Got bus to Poole. Got to plumbing an hour late. Pretty boring.
A: Had English (?!). Finished at 12.35. Had carpentry at 1.30. Managed to get out in time for the bus. Wayne wasn’t on. Caught bus from school. Dandy reckoned I could go swimming one day.
E: Pissed around singing. Went down Youth Club. Lost darts. Fuckin’ lost pool – played shit. Came back
6
17th January 1985
M: Fucked off with everything this morning. Dunno why. Seems like everyone’s getting on at me.
A: Things getting better this afternoon. Wrote some more poems at lunchtime. Fuckin’ cold on way home.
E: Gonna have bath. Had one. Night Court was on.
5
18th January 1985
M: Woke up 6.30. Snowing like fuck. Rung up work – said I wasn’t going. Went down Gaunts – came back when everyone got in a mood.
A: Went to Wimborne with mum. Pretty dangerous on the road. Got loads of sweets in town and some underarm spray.
E: Went out. Doddy and Scott came down my place. Did some pretty funny taping. Night Court was great.
5
19th January 1985
M:Got up 10. Went down Gaunts. Went down Sandpits with everyone. Fuckin’ good laugh going along the snow.
A: Came back at 1.30. Chain came off and got stuck. Pushed it back. Didn’t get in til 3. Had lots of food. Nearly fell asleep. Really tired.
E: Went to see The Void. Not very good. Ian got sick and cut his hand. Need a new chain for bike.
7
20th January 1985
M: Missed the morning. Got up at 12.
A: Had dinner. Went out. Went down Sandpit Hill. Fuckin’s till good down there. Met Dandy on the way. Managed to get a kiss from her.
E: Could hardly fuckin’ sleep. Couldn’t sleep thinking of Dandy. What can we do?
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Hypothesis – 5th July 1983
Hypothesis
Hypotheory about the world
Change society to suit me
Everybody will be running round
And nobody will be free
Hypothesis-piss-hypothepiss
Too Bad
Too bad for you, you stupid fool
I will change, change the rule
And you will sit, sit back and cry
And will laugh, laugh at your boring life
Salt
You are salt of the earth
Pretty since your birth
But now you are a demented moron
When someone made you drop the bomb
Salt of the earth/Salt on the earth
*The Week That Was – 17th April 1983
Record of the week: nothing in particular
17th April 1983
Getting ready for the great DEPRESSION
(school tomorrow)
18th April 1983
Fucked off already
Still – Mr King gave back poems etc
seeing him tomorrow
19th April 1983
Got them back, had a chat
Otherwise, pretty shit.
Saw photos of meself that someone else took
20th April 1983
Rupert is the enemy
Friendship is at an end
Happiness is dead in me
Help
21st April 1983
Got my help
Better day than yesterday
Mainly cos we didn’t have MATHS
22nd April 1983
Rupert is enemy
He’s a lying swindling bastard killing my friendship
23rd April 1983
FUCKIN DOING BUGGER ALL MUCH