Fragment #49

My Semi-Rustic
Friends Of Fairweather Days
You're The Froth Of Piss

CK

Archive: I

                                    I

What Love Isn't Lost In The Corner Of A Chipshop
But All And None
As A Lebanese Leonard Cohen Hands Me A Bag
Of Greasy-ness
While Behind Me, The Eyes In The Seats Are On
The Asses In Line
Outside, There Is Still Lads Throwing About Chips
While It's Ending
Until I Swoon A Former From My First Or Maybe
My Second Year
Quoting Torn School Shirt Pockets, And Drawing
Her A Parallel

Then I Threw Her Like A Suitcase Bouncing On
My Un-sheeted Bed
No Fucking Because The Moment Passed Away
On To A Different Man,
This, After I Regretted Telling The Girl I Loved Her
And Re-regretting
Not Telling Her The Same In The Morning, It Was
Not Meant To End
This Way Or In Any Other In Fact Or In The Fiction
I'll Later Make Up
For Myself While I Wonder What Happened To
The First Names

That I Use To Call Friends

CK

A Mother's Riddle

A Water Or A Cysts
But What Am I When I'm Between A Record And A Disc
And You Have A Husband, A Son And A Daughter...

I Hold The Batteries In The Back Of His Remote,
And Hold Together Your Grandmother's Vase He Broke
And Hold The Cullens And Others On Her Wall,
Yet I'm Away And Lost In A Drawer In The Hall?
What Am I?

A Water Or An Heir
But What Am I When I Work On My Own But Come As A Pair
And You Have A Husband, A Son And A Daughter...

I Cut Bandages To Size As His Temper Would Resume,
And Me And Him Stand Guard Outside Your Bedroom
And Drag Her Forearms Just To Stop Their Fight,
Yet Here I Am, Always To Hand, Always In Sight?
What Am I?

CK

Fragment #48

We Line Soldiers Up
In Mismatch Rows, Drunk, Half Cut
And Necked In Lipstick

CK

Our Wrestlers Still Had Their Hair

Where Are My Kids
Listening To Too Many Goodbyes
And Getting Dizzy In
The Twists In The Phone Cords
Rhyming Each Others Names Into Tapes We'd Record

No,

Off Dripping The Fuck Sweat
From One Another
Just To Soak And Change Sheets
For Another Time
Stored Under Beds Are Trojans Fighting Optimus Prime

CK

Drowning Thirsty Horses

Strange, What's Never Lost In An Exchange

Leaving A Committee
To Sleep Through The Day
Just To Stay Pretty

With You Passport Poses To Pre-arranged

Making Papeir-Mache
Models Of New York City
To Say We Holiday

Only In The Boroughs Of The F Train's Range

'Cause It Be A Pity
To Have Rode All That Way
And It Still Be As Shitty

Because You Didn't Expect Anything But The Stars To Change

CK

Fragment #47

Where's The Whiskey Voice
And Stories It Makes For You
To Sing As Payment

CK