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coiled beneath an impassive face
lie the roiling hatreds
held in check here
for here he must be polite
the optimuim of class
here they say class doesn’t matter
here it only matters if you lack it

she smokes a dainty cirgette
one of those designer expensive ones
so lady like, so unlike him
his hand rolled smokes look so poor
tobacco escapes out the end and flares briefly
she smiles a dainty smile and brushes a bang from her eyes
everything about her so poised and assured.

under most circumstances they wouldn’t be close
wouldn’t be friends, associates
under most circumstance,
neither would speak a word,
they’d barely even glance,
one dirty and uncouth,
the other too obsessed with appearance,

but here, where there is no class,
as long as you pretend you have some,
both are welcome.
yet neither quite fits,
neither quite like the others
here they are both excluded
here they show too much class

long forgotten, unforgiven
the class he rebelled against
the class that haunts her still,
survivors of a different culture,
traumatised,yet she still lives it
he believes he’s free of it,
now no one to understand but each other

When I see bridge on fire I pour petrol.
I don’t set the fires, But I make them bigger.
Warm my hands on the climbing flames.
And make sure there’s nothing left to start again.

It takes a long time to build a bridge.
The concrete pilings are usually poured with lies.
Small white lies, necessary when the truth won’t work.
To much of that stopped so many other bridges back down the rivers.

The steel reinforcements are the real foundation.
Forged through common experience, nights out drinking.
Entertaining each other at that crap job we both had, the first time we noticed what was over the river.

The beams are hewwed from logs of the jokes both laugh at.
Wooden floor boards milled from the forest our lives have seeded.
Ex’s that cheated, An absent mother, a distant boyfriend.
A father forever fated to be disapproving and disappointed.

Though the river of alcohol between us dried,
we still needed a bridge over the empty gulf left behind.
But the bridge wasn’t tended, the foundations crumbled.
The concrete was exposed, through experience, to be crumbed and worthless.
The steel stood true, rusted since we both quit that job,
Stopped going to all those bars.

The wooden super structure dried in the sun, the boards warped.
We could still cross, but bridge looked weak, so we did sparingly.
then A random lightening storm set the bridge a flame.
So I reverted to my nature with glee.

When I see a bridge on fire I pour petrol.
I didn’t set the fire, but I made damn sure it got bigger.
Old habits learned so long ago I don’t even question them anymore.
Till through the smoke I notice you on the other side with a fire hose.

Random girl part one Janurary 07

The air was full of spite and hate,
till you walk into the room,
I am not a shallow man,
But your lips, they make me swoon.

Your boyfriend doesn’t like me,
I’m sure your mother would agree,
but if you let me steal a one kiss,
forever happy will I’ll be.

Part two

Now you see inside of me,
and understand I’m wrong,
yet that is what you want me for,
dysfunctionally strong.

cos the less sense it makes,
to all our fellow mates,
the more it means for both of us,
to prove them we are not greats.

Is she scamming you boys ask,
watch out he’s bad says mother,
The whole world cons us all we yell,
and we’re clinging to each other,

for a moment’s peace in all the madness
we’ll gladly pay the price,
we know enough to see no malice
and will become the other’s vice.

Like a butterfly, fliting into the sewer,
stay away from the rats,
they’re all over the place here,
I’d try to protect you but I’m one too.

You preen and flick your hair,
you know we’re all watching,
center of attention, reveling,
never wanting for another drink

Why are you looking at me?
with those eyes so deep
I can see the blackness
of my own soul inside them,

I’m not buying drinks,
I’m not laughing, leering,
and You think that makes me better?
Abandan hope if you enter here

But why even bother to tell you so,
Here’s another rat, have another drink,
I’m to wierd and quiet anyway,
Just pray he hasn’t dropped GHB in it.

a gentle breeze blows through my mind
Thoughts of us at peace and rest
that little wisp of hair
escaping down your face
my hands remember your skin
like silk left in the sun

like a wave tearing up the beach
I remember, how you smile a little
when you think I’m not watching
how you pretend to frown
when you realise I am but
your eyes betray that you do feel

Like a frieght train in my head
rocketing into my thoughts
words designed to tear, wound
through a haze of spite, I never
started this never wanted
but now I’m here, I won’t leave

For as the train roars out
the sea falls back, the breeze
is all that remains, all that lasts
your wind will always warm me
I need it too much too let it die
if nothing else this I will keep.

The white light shines from it’s base
into the darkness of a soul torn by the past
sneaking in the back door
to smash down the walls inside
exploding the darkness leaving only itself

Twenty years of stupidity and and hate
torn apart in five months
Scars heal where
broken pieces glued in place
the whole is still there, just hidden in darkness

After all the debris are scourered
still no truths to be found behind the walls
the writting was lies, the walls are lies
don’t need these walls or these words
the most selfish being has become the most selfless

the end of the begining, nothing left
no where to go, nowhere to hide
the walls are gone, swept away
they can’t come back even if they’re wanted
He can’t leave anymore, but it’ll kill him to stay

A million miles of deciet,
that kept your hearts apart,
none had loved you, even touched you,
til he showed strength in his heart
An angry man had walked this earth,
craving justice hope and peace,
while he raged against the dying light,
for a way to bring release.

Into your life this man had come,
searching for his place,
when on your door he did arrive,
saw pain etched unpon your face.
He took you for an honest girl,
no malice did he see,
he spoke the words you longed to hear,
and taught you to believe.

That love could touch your lonely heart,
he bared his soul to thee,
with trust you swore to hold secure,
both promised no deceit.
He made you see good in yourself,
esteem and pride at last,
together you would help erase,
pains of time slipped past.

With all your heart you knew in him,
that love would never die,
So you took another in his bed,
from his love you wished to hide.
All guilt assuaged by doubting friends,
who claimed in him to see,
a shallow deceitful cynical soul,
reflections of their creed.

You know he never was that man,
inspite of words they speak,
but non-judgemental honest love,
proffered unconditionally.
He saw betrayal in your eyes,
so packed to make his leave,
but you begged him to remain with you,
what’s one more white deceit.

For different tales told to all,
than what you told to he,
to never admit lies either side,
allowed you to claim as meek,
for as you claimed that all was lost,
hope was nurtured in soft arms,
but not your hope it was his own,
kept your feelings safe from harm.

When finally he called you out,
for callous selfishness,
you claimed that love had never been,
a trap was your best guess.
He tried to find some truth to come,
in all your webs of lies,
you admitted him better than the man,
now ‘trapped’ between your thighs.

he sees the fears he held inside,
made real by deed and word,
to all those knowing, loving him,
your version is absurb.
So now he lies with someone else,
a love felt deep and true,
with one learned strength held in himself,
he could never be like you.

A tired man who walks alone,
the past it haunts his sleep,
of the soul he could see to help,
the friend he could not keep,

a decade more has past him by,
from that one fateful day,
his true friend resigned from this life,
and blew all future away,

words forever remain unspoken,
that could’ve made him see,
not every soul who walks this earth,
is riddled with deceit.