The Ferry

Going on a ferry
We’ll all get drunk and merry
Across the borders
There are no last orders
We’re going on a ferry

Victoria Station

He told her something he regretted he’d said.
Flippantly delivered he went -
“There you are”.

Her reaction was too calm, too understanding
For him to deal with it.
“How can she still care?”

The words hadn’t sunk in with her though,
Consequences were brushed aside.
They parted with a kiss, never to be repeated again.

Questionable

I ask.
And I don’t get a reaction.
I ask,
And you don’t see the attraction!
I ask;
And you’ve already moved on…
I ask
Myself how did it go wrong?

Death by shyness

Luck favours the brave
But one day, I fear, it may
Take me to my grave
For I try and overcome once more
My timidity, but alas
I will just be left crushed on the floor.

Umbrage

There is a certain shadiness
To your behaviour
Hiding away from my sun
Yet you still glance at it

Afraid to get burnt -
Or do you prefer to remain pale?

Left to shield myself from myself
Your vagueness
Causes umbrage
I shall remain pale too

WTF

It’s not that tricky
It’s not like it’s face to face.

You can hide behind noughts and ones
and the only wrath to fear is an assault in code.

Lessons I

Their names imply sweetness
Why and eye-e
But in fact they just reflect
Immaturity

Untitled III

It is most draining,
This continual cathexis
One should know better by now
But well, I don’t.