I sat on the stage at the corner of the bar,
through acrid fag smoke picking at my guitar
and mumbling songs about tarts and their cheating,
but omitting the parts of how I had treat them.
The revellers didn’t hear me,
my words hid in corners of the room,
but for hours I kept at it,
spreading my knock off brand [...]
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scrub-a-dub-dub
Posted in Fiction, tagged bad chat ups, booze, fruit machines, gorgeous women, lust, old people, perving, rejection, uncomfortable on May 27, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The sun rose from behind a cloud and disturbed me from the paper I half-heartedly pretended to read. I was keeping an ear on the chap behind me, measuring how the fruit machine was treating him. The new birthed warmth was comforting, I’d spent the last hour in this pub listening to old [...]
hollow words
Posted in Fiction, tagged arsehole, black out, doctor who, love, three little words on April 30, 2009 | 5 Comments »
There’s flash of disappointment as her features switch from contented adoration to bricked up fury.
“I was blotto last night, I can’t even remember saying that to you.” I tell her.
She’s visibly scouring her frustration for the words that won’t express the full extent of the damage I’ve done. She’s no good at it, [...]
A Short Poem
Posted in Fiction, tagged grow some balls, love on April 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
My fingers may have lingered a little long on her shoulder,
As I could not express my intentions with a gesture any bolder.
