Little Word Bits

Hi all,

if you follow me on Twitter you'll probably know I have a thing for poetry..

Whilst furiously cleaning my room (well, setting it up actually, a good two months after moving in, in an attempt to stave off a horrendous mood) I found a notebook (so many notebooks, there is a little bookshelf dedicated to them, mostly highly embarrassing first drafts of songs) in which were some poems from last summer.

I wrote these on a sunny day off at Mum's house.
I've been getting into Kerouac beat style haiku, these are loosely in that vein...
Enjoy!



Sun burn,
       skin red and sensitized
A gift from Helios,
        the King


                                                          Blue glass hookah
                                                                                    on potbelly stove
                                                                                                      in a small town chinoiserie

        Mother is
        pushing dead things off the roof,
        with a stick


                                                        Guilt,
                                                    the subterranean motivator


Perfect sling shot tree
A giants fork
Missing middle finger


                                                                                Buddah is looking at me
                                                                      through the window of
                                                                                Summer's last days




                                      Sigh. Sigh.
                                   Harrumph.
                               I wait around for love.
                           Again.