Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Poetry, or Something Like it.
The following poems were written at Heathrow Airport, when all flights were grounded for over 12 hours...we were without our baggage, had to spend the night in terminal one, and the restaraunts were fast running out of food...
TASTY BURGER
Do I want a tasty burger?
YEAH I want a tasty burger!
People stare right through me,
People push into me,
I'm in Terminal One,
And its all come undone.
Flight cancellations,
And fucked up reservations,
Weather is an act of god,
They'll give me no salvations.
So I'll stand here in this queue
Till is barely in my view,
Paranoid and SO annoyed
If they sell out - what to do?
Fix my plight with grease and shite,
Resign myself to stay the night
...only fries and drinks left - that bites.
HOMOUS
Creamy.
Pulpy.
Teasing hint of texture.
But all I have now is this bag of crisps.
Nothing to dip.
Oh, how I yearn for your velvety, gloopy savouriness now,
And how I long for a cold beer to wash you down.
Hippies make a meal of you,
Stoners make a deal of you,
Oh, what I wouldn't do
To delve into your goo.
Mmmmm.
Dribble.
Leave you out too long
And you grow a crusty layer,
But I wouldn't turn you down my love,
A tahini-chickpea saviour.
Hmm. I think my obsession with food is leaking out onto this blog a little too much. I'd better put this poem in too...this is just a gushy one about me n' my bloke (see sheep with the cute ears below).
SPLISHY SPLASHY
Floating
Just floating, blissful with my love
Sleeping
Suspended slowly creeping with my love
So swim a while,
We'll reconcile,
And redirect the tides
To touch us deep inside
No care for blowing winds above
And rule the waves with my true love
Finding
Sweet passion has us binding
And through souls we are entwining
Shining
As colours sparkle deeply here
And deeper still is shining clear.
So take a breath,
And trust in this,
We'll sink into this otherworld
And swim into another world
That lucky few have found
And lucky few are bound.
Might try to turn that one into a song at some point. If I can be arsed. I'm too hungry to think.
TASTY BURGER
Do I want a tasty burger?
YEAH I want a tasty burger!
People stare right through me,
People push into me,
I'm in Terminal One,
And its all come undone.
Flight cancellations,
And fucked up reservations,
Weather is an act of god,
They'll give me no salvations.
So I'll stand here in this queue
Till is barely in my view,
Paranoid and SO annoyed
If they sell out - what to do?
Fix my plight with grease and shite,
Resign myself to stay the night
...only fries and drinks left - that bites.
HOMOUS
Creamy.
Pulpy.
Teasing hint of texture.
But all I have now is this bag of crisps.
Nothing to dip.
Oh, how I yearn for your velvety, gloopy savouriness now,
And how I long for a cold beer to wash you down.
Hippies make a meal of you,
Stoners make a deal of you,
Oh, what I wouldn't do
To delve into your goo.
Mmmmm.
Dribble.
Leave you out too long
And you grow a crusty layer,
But I wouldn't turn you down my love,
A tahini-chickpea saviour.
Hmm. I think my obsession with food is leaking out onto this blog a little too much. I'd better put this poem in too...this is just a gushy one about me n' my bloke (see sheep with the cute ears below).
SPLISHY SPLASHY
Floating
Just floating, blissful with my love
Sleeping
Suspended slowly creeping with my love
So swim a while,
We'll reconcile,
And redirect the tides
To touch us deep inside
No care for blowing winds above
And rule the waves with my true love
Finding
Sweet passion has us binding
And through souls we are entwining
Shining
As colours sparkle deeply here
And deeper still is shining clear.
So take a breath,
And trust in this,
We'll sink into this otherworld
And swim into another world
That lucky few have found
And lucky few are bound.
Might try to turn that one into a song at some point. If I can be arsed. I'm too hungry to think.
