Queen

The Queen in sparkling blue presides over her audience,
All dancing, individuals lost within individuals,
And the Queen is just a tarted up, personality stripped version of Grace,
Slightly older with a beauty extending to movement only,
While a Voice self proclaimed as God speaks to the masses,
Thinking His control of the beats gives Him control of the people;
The Voice makes meaningless statements and sentiments
When all the revellers want to do is throw themselves at each other,
Showing the signs to those they find attractive,
Dropping the eyes when contact is made with the Gorilla;
Every turn is met with the sight of grinding, drinking and border-line riding,
False pretence dominates as the ugly believe they can snare a minx,
The good looking smile wryly while struggling to stand,
They will not be undressing for the Gorilla tonight
No matter how many times they are chased around the dance floor;
And as the politics of drunken deliberation and spiralling hormones is played out,
The Queen rules with mediocre movements that entrance
All the races and animals of this enclosed world equally,
While the withered old Mother looks up at her daughter’s throne
And remembers when her two-step shuffle was wisdom enough to be Queen.

Spent Dream

You invite me in, purple dress playing off your blonde hair
And blue eyes while you smile a smouldering smile,
Full of passion, wanting just one thing from this meeting.
Forbidden and desirable, we remain chaste for all of
Ten seconds - innocence melts away before our fire.
The door to your bedroom nearly came off its hinges
We burst through it in such impatient haste, as if this
Perfectly imperfect moment was about to slip through
Our fingertips back to the reality of the situation.
I thought to myself that this was so wrong yet it felt
So right if not long overdue as I tore through your clothes
And kissed your breasts while knowing we would never again
Get another chance - every kiss was filled with all the life
I have lacked in recent weeks, proving to me that you are
The missing link I can never have; secretly, I have always
Known this to be true, but ignorance of the reality we live in
Was always better than accepting it and slinking away in isolation.
We stop as our eyes meet, me looking down and you looking up,
Attempting to put everything into perspective as our illogical sweat cools
On our naked bodies - we know the consequence of our urges,
And we reaffirm in our minds that this is all either of us want,
A forbidden fruit so tantalisingly close that to stop now would be
The biggest crime either of us could commit - and we make love
All night long, releasing the pent up frustration of the truth
Before falling asleep in each other’s arms, sorely spent,
But hopelessly happy and just wanting to wake up to the sight
Of the other’s eyes the next morning.
But when I woke up, the night still hung like a cloak around the room
Which was not yours but mine - and I lie alone, exactly how
I had fallen asleep whilst watching the days of Summer,
And all the life you had given me begins to slowly fade away
As my dream quickly becomes a memory that never happened.

(I had a random dream and this was it, exactly as it happened in my sleep).

Rising Smoke

They dance, forgetting any potential problem they have,
Me at their side, unknown to them but known to me,
And I use the safety of introductions in ignorance as a scapegoat
To get lost in the rising smoke.

They drink, celebrating the birthday of an age old friend,
Me at their side, celebrating in isolated, silent sobriety,
And as they circle the birthday boy in his naked birthday suit
I get lost in the rising smoke.

They shout, demented in their deliberate drunken state,
Me at their side, unaware of being sucked into their oblivion,
And I drown myself in their yelping yells and my standard sub-vocals
To get lost in the rising smoke.

They link, jumping around the birthday boy singing “Happy Birthday!”,
Me at their side, humming the tune in distracted disinterest,
And as they cheer and clap amidst the shenanigans of ropey randomers
I get lost in the rising smoke.

Wondering when again I would get to wield my weapon.
A perfect pen forced painfully into prostration.

(another night out poem where I was more concerned with typing random lines into my phone than having a good night).

Light Through the Leaves

Rhythmic drunkness is a release sought by many,
The rhythm alone is all I have.
Patience is a virtue that has faded into history,
Mine needs to be never-ending.
Darkness becomes darkest as temperatures drop,
And it seems as if the opportunity has been lost.

But our generation never do things by halves,
Your vodka and coke loosened your tongue.
We come together amidst random faces,
Our eyes meeting and keeping with every step closer.
The music escalates along with our laughter,
And we forget where we are and why we are there…

Caring only for the coincidence of our chance meeting.

Our dancing feet tear holes in the floor,
To the dismay of our friend the home-owner.
We got swept away by the rush of the moment,
So we leave to find privacy outside the packed room.
Sub-zero temperatures cannot match our heat,
Hidden by the nearby bushes.

Then, a terrible thought rises to the top of my mind;
Everything happening around me is separate to me, myself.
Devoid of feeling, emotion, physical movement,
Even though I should be in control, I should be happy.
The last thing I see are a set of car lights through leaves;
You cannot feel things in dreams…

Those emotions hit you in bed as soon as you awake.

Let's Run

How about we run, run away from here,
Out to a place free of restrictions,
Come take my hand, my hand and run,
Out to a place without distractions.
Or let’s go back, back to the start again,
When bliss was ignorant in a newfound friend,
Or get aboard a train, a train to Galway,
Where time is precious without an end.

Allow me to help, help unearth you,
Buried in the ground beneath pretension,
A single sign, a sign with information,
Should I continue my constant extension?
It could be kept, kept our silent secret,
So beautiful hidden in our eyes,
There would be no need, no need to run alone,
Or to make true feelings lies.

So just grab on, grab onto my hand, let’s run,
Just hold on, just hold on and we’ve won.