Or rather, I have plenty to say but putting it into a form that anybody might like to listen to is the problem.
Ah, well. Once again, doing a bunch of things at the same time. It's like being several different people. Oh, wait a minute, I am several different people. Might as well be, anyhow.
It's quite a few years since I did poetry reading and I'd forgotten how bloody terrifying it is, standing up there in front of a bunch of people you don't know. I remember now though. Oh yes.
No doubt it'll all be all right on the night. It's only five or ten minutes - they couldn't tell me which so I need to prepare two sets - anybody can read stuff out for five or ten minutes, right.
AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!
Yeah, right. Got that out of my system now.
Here's one I wrote a bit ago when I still had somebody to write stuff for. Now I just write about events and stuff that annoys me and so on, because I've moved past this stage of my life, unfortunately. Or fortunately, in some ways.
You clouded down the sky, the very first
dark shades of thunderstorm before the rain.
The
whole of life took on a question's shape
The answer to the question makes no sense
The
simple things I used to know become
Splitting prism, shattered facet, foot-slicing shards
Cracked in bright broken mirrors, you reflect.
You shake me like a rat, your hounded mouth
sets teeth like bars, my prison's not my own
I
want to be washed up and left for dead
I want to be pulled in and left afloat;
The octopus, the Kraken in your boat.
Your voice demands, commands. Your back dismays.
You laugh and I can only stare in wonder.
I edited that so it's a lot better than it used to be.
I don't want to say anything about the person I wrote that for because it was one big mistake. But so have been all my relationships, one of the reasons, apart from body dysphoria - you know, who does what and how and to whom - why I don't contemplate ever having another relationship. Apart from with my imaginary friends :D
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