the morning after

Last night seems so long ago.
Just a distant memory.
There you were – sitting before me.
So full of promise.
So full of spirit.
A fun time, waiting to be had.
Once I got you home
There was a brief tussle when I took your top off.
And then you were open to me.
Giving yourself freely.
Warming me.
Filling my head with thoughts and desires.
But this morning my warm feelings for you have gone.
Replaced with mild regret.
I look down at where you lay
Empty.
Hollow.
Discarded.
And I sneer.
You were by no means my first.
Many have been before you.
I am sure that there will be many more after you.
You will not stand out in my memory.
You are just one of many identical to you.
Last night was your only night.
And I am not altogether sure that you were worth it,
Oh empty vodka bottle.

And in other news…I think I may still be a little drunk.

i see nothing

Apparently, this morning, when The Girl left home to go for her last day in Year 7, there was noone outside, no cars around, no life at all – and she thought that was really, really weird.  Walthamstow isn’t exactly known for being silent.

So, she made a poem up, and she just recited it to me, and I thought it was really rather good.  I am claiming this – so don’t nick it!  I’m so proud.

 

I See Nothing

As I walk out the door
I see nothing.
As I venture more
I see a car…with no driver
A ghost car.
As I walk down the road
I see a man -
Such pale, pale skin.
A ghost.
As I walk into school
Everything turns white
Then…
I see nothing.

gay? never!!

Of course, noone ever had any reason to suspect that he was gay...

Today, of course has been the unbelievable news that Ricky Martin is in fact gay.

Noone saw that coming, did they?  The whole world is speechless with shock.

Well, almost the whole world.  My lovely gay friend took it upon himself to rewrite one of Ricky’s more memorable songs.  I think it works rather well, and asked whether I could share it.  The thought of being an internet sensation of course appealed to him.  (He doesn’t know how few people read my blog).

An Ode To Ricky Martin

He’s into new admissions, bakes quiche and plays with dolls,
I feel a premonition most people couldn’t care at all.
He’s into new sensations, high kicks in satin tights,
He’s got a new addiction, Glee club on a Monday night.

He’ll make her take her clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
He’ll struggle with the nausea till her skirt’s back on again
He sees trousers in his brain. Come On!

[CHORUS:]
Upside, inside out he’s coming out of the closet,
He’s got a new book out, coming out of the closet,
His lips are devil red, and he’s dyed his black hair russet,
His book will sell out
Coming out of the closet
Come on!
Coming out of the closet
Come on
He’s coming out of the closet

Woke up in New York City in a gaga dress and silver shoes,
He lost his heart to a starship trooper
While practicing his pouty moues,
He never drank the water cos he thought it turned him gay,
Ironic that the whole wide world
Always thought of him that way
While he plucked his brows away

[CHORUS]

He’ll make you take your clothes off
And go dancing in the rain
And probably take mephedrone
And meow like he’s insane,
There’s a gay man in his brain
Come on!