on the pull
like hell i'm ready
on my feet
but still unsteady
on a roll
with running shoes on
on a mission
bring the booze on
i can take
what you throw at me
work me hard
i'll take it easy
take the night
and that is all
i don't need
to play it cool
hiding in
the darkest corner
wait until
the secret mourner
understands
that i am free
now that you
are done with me
dingy bars
and sexual tension
hardly even
worth a mention
on my own
and feeling fine
you were never
really mine...
flat down bastard painful nagging ache of empty rage at you
who could save me if you knew me but you never wanted to
if i were to breathe a word you'd only tell me what to do
male and female we created our own myth and our own garden
as you lit the petrol sodden pile of things you couldn't pardon
then i knew that it was wrong...
horrible doggerel
barely achieving
the vaguest impression of what i have lost
running on nothing
but hollow invention
and orderly cliche i's dotted t's crossed
terrible poetry
bottled up feeling
i cannot express what i cannot define
regiment thoughts
in their camouflage colours
of cliche await you in every new line
missing you now
'cos i screwed up so badly
allowed all the things you loved in me to die
easy to rhyme it
much harder to reason
love wasn't enough somehow with you and i
how it all happened
"you're thinking of leaving me,"
i said to her one day out of the blue.
"how did you know?"
"i have seen it before,
and i know what it looks like."
and then it came true.
Never Going To Talk To Her Again by Wayne Myers