Poetry from Blue Fred Press

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Bruce

LOVE WITH A SAGITTARIAN DEPRESSIVE

I was happy
when I was
with you,

all evidence
to dispute that
notwithstanding.

I thought
I'd have you
to resent
forever.

Now I miss you
where I wished
you gone.

Bruce

While I Bleed For Love

I have realised that my heart is broken
four months after I split with her
(now ain't that me all over).
But I can't tell her, I think she ought to know
and I can't hear hers isn't broken too.
Nor can i play the penitent,
pretending it was all my fault,
though dissecting it for blame
would be pointless masochism.
I just keep remembering pleasant things
we did, and finding things she bought for me
like the plunger I unclogged the sink with
while handwashing my western shirt just now.
I want to phone. Talking to her feels so right.
but I can't hear indifference in her voice,
a trace of evidence that we are really over..
I'd rather risk not having her again
than losing her forever while I bleed for love.

Friday, September 29, 2006

Bruce

Storm

I lie on my couch and listen to the rain.
It pours and pours, and then the light turns yellow .
My heart thunders like the sky will soon.
Perfect metaphor, i think when the flash
arrives, and the crack and rumble.
Like the angry end of comfortable illusion.
I should pick up the telephone. But I
know I won't remember how to talk.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Bruce

THE EVIDENCE

Days playing Hitman and Wolfenstein.
Calling to discuss my halting progress.
Shopping for doughnuts and
bread and cheese.
Watching 'Jeremy Kyle', detesting
his condescension (so much like mine).
Sitting close on the sofa.
Touching hands occasionally.
Bristling, thinking There should be more!
What more?!

Once again the evidence
is against the genius I once presumed
to be my greatest gift.


GO BACK

Ahh, go back, go back
to leaning on the bench
outside the Lamb pub
in Little Harrowden,
waiting in the cold and dark,
looking down the hill
toward the bridge
watching for her car.
She is heading home from work,
stopping for a pint with you.
Go back, go back,
turn the constellations overhead.