My world in your eyes

Is it truly true that we will never strain or meet?

Stuck like the toffee people on some greasy street

I had to hurry those words as you stretched the goodbye

And all the time I'm conscious of all the times you tried

My world in your eyes

My world in your eyes.

2 easy poems

Poem 1:

Make more spunk

You big dumb hunk

Hear Daft Punk

Then get drunk

And get a girl

Go out on the town

Spread it around

And lay her down

That's the way of the world

That's the ways of the world

Repetitious behaviour

Forever and ever

Nothing intervenes or gets between

Drunken celebrated sex

Rock n' roll cheese

Drugs and make believe

And hee-haw else

There's nothing else between.

Poem 2:

I've got my benign nihilism

And I'll take it to the bridge

Talks of claws and manuscripts

Raiders of the fridge

The Guardian and Independent

Opinions matter most

I read but I don't understand

My friend the Holy Ghost

These jumbled words are worrisome

Illiterate and dry

Jesus says “don't masturbate”

But you're too tired to try.

Funny Face

Digital suicide

In the silence of your rhyme

We called it sweet despair

Still running out of time.

How the anchors fly

In a storm of hope

How the metaphors

Line up to climb the rope.

Caustic inheritance

From a purse of moths and rags

Sleeping in dirty sheets

All hanging at the back.

How the anchors fly

To pull away the base

Here in infinity

You pull that funny face

You pull that funny face

Just pull your funny face.