Will You?

Will

you

erm

go

out

with

me?

– What?

(Oh god, NO,NO,NO)

words
stammered
(again)

floating
for an eternity
in the space
between
them

red-faced
mumbling
almost
turning
away

blood rushing
to the temporal
lobes

dizzy
sick
leaving

then ———

– Yes

 

 

poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2015

Where my memory goes

Seems that nobody knows
when I’m hanging out clothes
my emotions dissolve into tears
could be your scent in my nose
is where my memory goes
I get to thinkin’ on all of them years.

Perhaps I should enquire
if at all you’d desire
to relive some times that we had
when our love was on fire
and you may call me a liar
but there’s time when times weren’t bad.

I remember us strollin’
rockin’, reeling’ an rollin’
to some gig on a Saturday night,
then with fingers all swollen
as we finished off bowlin’
we kissed at that red neon light.

Here’s hopin’ we’ve learned
that our love was adjourned
and not hung up to die on a cross
with expectation more reasoned
and two people more seasoned
we could make up for all that we lost.

 

poem / lyric © copyright Brian Shirra 2015

afineidea

clearly
from a
distance
it seemed
a fine idea
settled life
coupleofkids
relationship
sincerity
butevery
day
wecarryon
automatic
comms lost
listening
to static
anilook atyou
whileusleepani
see nocourse
rounobstacles
that separate   us
sostrange
we rarely
analyseourlives
perhaps
weshould

 

 

poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2015