The Cost of a Quiet Life

A lifetime of quiet resentments,
Paved the way,
To red mist driven,
Steely sharp,
Slashing, slashing madness.

If only she had told someone.
If only she had let it out.
If only he had let her breathe,
Let her believe;
Believed in her,
Just a tiny, tiny bit.

But his overbearing arrogance
Made him a wife full of tiny holes,
Filled full of ire,
A raging soul,
At war with herself,
Behind her perfect, placid smile.

She waits for them now,
To come and take her away,
Quiet and covered in red.

The woman that never compained,
Never murmered,
All in persuit of a quiet life,
That in the end,
Killed him dead,
And took away everything that she had.

Egbert Wipe

Egbert Wipe he stole a bike
Whilst dressed up like a nun,
This all night party monster
Was stuffed full of stealing fun.

He'd had a drink, or two or three,
In fact; that's just a lie,
He'd had much nearer twenty
And now rode in search of pies.

Oh! Pies with shortcrust pastry
And with tasty fillings too,
A pie and then another pie,
And then a massive brew.

He wobbled to the market
Where he found the bakers stand,
But was hampered by his wimple
As he ran off, pies in hand.

Then his balance just deserted him,
And on his face he fell,
Pies abandoned on the tarmac.
But there's one thing more to tell.

Poor old Egbert was arrested
For his theft of tasty pies,
And the caption in the paper
Made much fun of his disguise.

So the moral of this story
Is 'don't drink before you ride',
And if you're wearing fancy dress
Then stay away from pies!

My Rose

You make my heart smile.

The Unicorn

It stood,
A monument to chastity and honour,
A memory of a hope entombed with stone.
Grey and old,
Defaced by birds and man and time it stood.
A throwback to a different time,
Around which school children ate their lunches,
Drunks belched away their afternoons,
And no one ever looked to see,
Just what it was that shaded them.
Days came and went;
Then months,
Then years;
And still no one looked,
No one wept,
To see the humbling of their unicorn.
Just a place to steal a kiss,
Or maybe more;
On a dark summers night.
Always and forever.
Forgiving,
Almost forgotten but never forgetting.
Dance my unicorn,
Dance yourself to another universe,
On concrete hooves.

Just Sometimes

Just sometimes,
I wish I were something other than I am.
I wish,
That just sometimes,
I were, a great big, hulking man.
I wish,
That just sometimes,
I could show the world my strength.
Instead of keeping quiet,
Like a good girl.


Like a good girl.


Just sometimes
I wish I could....

What's my name?

She spied him across the crowded bar,
And speared him with a shrill peroxide wail.
'Tonyyy!! Daarrrrling!! It's been ages, why didn't you call!?'

'I did,' he lied, 'But you were never in.'

She nodded wisely.
'Well I'm a busy girl you know!'
And waggled hips that knew the move.

He swallowed.
She advanced, shark eyed, lips poised.

Elbow in the ribs.
'Chris, mate, drink up, we're leaving'
A shrug, a smile, an escape.
She pouted as he passed, talons raised to grasp.

Outside he breathed again.
Drink can make you do terrible things.

And they never remembered your name.

Reflections

What does the mirror show you,

Is it close to what I see?

Apparently not, 

Based on your smile,

The truth is clearly

Not set free.

Because mirrors can only detail your skin,

They can't reveal what lies within,

And really,

Who knows!

This could be a good thing.

As long as you have to be you, 

I mean;

Perhaps some things should remain unseen.