Tuesday, 8 March 2011

HAHAHAHA (moan moan moan)

It's Shrove Tuesday. I've eaten lots of pancakes and frivolously decided to 'give up moaning for Lent'. So, in the spirit of getting it out of my system, here are some hitherto-repressed-from-the-public-eye Moany Depression Poems. (HAHAHAHA they shriek, we've been released.....)

The light evening sky

The light evening sky
Said it was time for change.
It lied.
The trees were still bare,
The air
Was still cold,

I still

The prematurely lit
Street lamp
Glared at me
Across the railway lines,
Like an unfriendly
(But honest) eye.

I wrote that about this time of year, two years ago, at Teddington station.

Burnt out

Friday night,
Ten to nine
And high time
To be home.

Second wind tonight;
Feel my soul clenched tight
Against anyone who comes between

And a deep, long sleep.



About a quarter past four
She got around
To removing the mascara
From the night before.

Now, she thought,
I must get out,
Get some daylight, and-
It's already dark.

Sundays, she thought,
Are hard work.


Now that wasn't actually so bad was it? (I am still sitting on the worst offenders...)