How To Be A PoetLook at us,More Like This
being poetic and making out
as if suffering is what we need
for good art.
When what we really mean
is that we need suffering
to take us away from living;
gets in the way
Bad RomanceI have a habit of falling in fantasyMore Like This
with the 'what-if's' of love:
the way she smiles, the way he laughs,
how she copes, how he breaks down,
until I realise all I want is a
break-up. The tragedy of a heart
fallen from its mantle of ribs,
or a broken nose; bad heart or
Love can last as long as a fuck does,
but it's interest that needs to hold me
when you've turned your back to me in
All You Want Is To Sing 'One Day More'I didn’t lose my faithMore Like This
in the left the day of
Margaret Thatcher’s funeral
when people threw flowers
instead of the truth.
I lost my faith when we
kept talking about ‘the future,'
and other opportunities to be had.
As if we hadn’t just had one
that people had been waiting
thirty years for.
Jaded and WhiningI should have more wine for the c.v.More Like This
that calls me a jaded and bitter poet.
The jade should come from the bottle,
and the bitter from the tart of the wine;
the poet comes from tragedy -
of having to live in suffering, and still
not being good enough for someone
TravelDandelions are blown about,More Like This
but they get to go places;
no one wants to pick a rose
in case its beauty fades,
and one is kept behind a fence
or inside a vase, while
the other sees itself go far
in every generation of its life.
Your colours aren't what make
you grow, and that's what they've
not told you, but you're the one
that's far away when a rose is