A Poem.

The Palace is a pseudonym of God’s

The sky is clear, but there is a cold wind

That cools me too much, and I struggle to keep warm.

In front of me is a man pushing a trolley down the pavement,

And I follow him, like I have always done before.

The more I follow him, the more I trust him.

But today the trust is gone, and I walk

From behind Him, past Him, to in front of Him.

I no longer follow Him, and He is now behind me.

I walk on with frantic pace, faster, forward, faster, forward, and faster.

And the man pushing the trolley is now far behind me.

And if I was to turn around now he would be too far back for me too see

Him. And I can no longer hear the wheels of his trolley

Clatter as they ricochet off the clunky pavement.

A girl waves at me from a passing car, but I don’t recognize her

Because she is in a car, which is moving fast.

I wave back anyway, and the memory of the girl morphs until

It is someone that I wanted to wave at me.

And I pretend it is her that waved.

I stop on the bridge that crosses the Road, and I watch,

As the cars flash by with people inside of them.

People with places to see and people to go, and though I don’t know them

I imagine for a second that I do, and that they are all friends of mine.

I wonder whether any of them would ever talk to me if they weren’t my friends,

I wonder whether any of them would touch me, laugh at my jokes, kiss me or

Fuck me.

I used to be so innocent.

I look up at the sky that was so clear and is now so dark,

I have been standing on the bridge for too long now and

I must go back to the palace.

But in all the thrill and fun I have forgotten where the palace is,

And I wonder whether I will ever re-remember it.

I am lost in the night and I want to go home.

But in all the thrill and fun of the day I have changed where home is.

I know that everything will be okay because I am comforted

by the sound of music, and by the streetlights that I will now use to guide me.

But now The Music has stopped and The Lights have gone out.

I am in the dark and the cold and I want to hear some music to comfort me.

But The Music has stopped.

Happy Love day

So attention is turned, from the dizzying heights of Christmas and the new year, to the wondrous occasion of Valentines day. You know the thing i hate most about Valentines day isn't the loved up couples getting down with each other in public, it's the people who complain about these people. In my opinion love should be celebrated, especially when a guy can ply a girl full of fancy presents in the hope of getting laid.
Also, i'd like to quash the rumor that at this time of year women suddenly become incredibly self conscious if they are single and jump on any guy that talks to them, to make sure they are NOT ALONE on Valentines. this is not true, as the last couple of years i've tried this technique and all i've ever gotten for my efforts is a slap. SO, onto this year, where i'm... in between girlfriends. Well, this year i will be doing what any honorable single dude would do on valentines day, and that's get absolutely shitfaced in my room whilst listening to heavy metal.


Ahhhhhhh good times.