All entries for Thursday 29 April 2010
April 29, 2010
Thursday.
'Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.'
~ Henry Rollins.
Buteo.
~ In order to keep this blog semi-active at the very least, here's some rather old, painful poetry.
~ Loss can make people drink, over-eat, harm themselves, or others, or just waste away. Me? I massacre the English language in a vaguely verse-like form. Oh well, it kept me occupied. I wrote this quite a while back, in late September. It was the first poetry i'd written in years.
Also, this poem. It's all true. every word. I don't think the memory of that crow will ever leave me.
Friday 10:30
When they played Aerosmith
At your funeral
We tried to smile
As your photo
Danced with the vibrations
Of that bloody guitar solo.
*
We stared and waited
For that same stupid grin
When we’d forgive the big joke
And go back to yours
To act like kids
And whinge about school.
*
But you made the vicar cry
And we all held it together
For your mother
But when that crow came
And sang to silence
No-one dare breathe.