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poetry by lou sid linesman - on life, love & politics
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Luv’ Includes Holdin’...
Sayin’ It With Flowers...
An’ Taking The Living Piss...!
I have a little bunch of roses...
Red...yellow...fresh...new...
And a pair of strange sweet Loves...of different hue...
One a touch crazy...and one completely fucking cuckoo!!!
If I part these tender buds jus nice an right
They’ll not be seeing me as tight!
For when the blooms are fine and true
Love’s wide variety will surely come a shining through...
Now my first Love...was always...yellow...
Well what d'ya know?!
And so those bright flowers are mine to bestow...
On my Dearest Loopy-Lolly-Lulu!!!
But the red I had to go an buy...
Coz otherwise I I'd be shit-scared of getting
A thoroughly good old-fashioned seeing to!...
From You-Know-Friggin'-Well-Who!!!
Love must be held...
But should never...never hold...onto you!
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2007. All Rights Reserved.
Friday, February 09, 2007
The Perfect Alibi
Shhh...
Don’t tell me the meaning...
You’ll never explain
To those denying the venom alive in their vein...
We only get to understand...what we are ready to know...
Don’t spell it out...let it show...
Harsh...interference of...feeling...recognized...just...by confessors the crime has broken into full flow...
So saintly liars can’t use it...to lay you...leave you...low...
Smoothly surrender it into that mouth...which says...without...indemnity...
“That pain...on your breath...belongs...to me...”
Wish my lips could time-back have sealed such an elegy...
Then begin to blow life into a fire...
Which will burn out the day your anger must eventually expire...
To clear space free
And cultivate...a true...identity.
When your riverbed’s dry...
And drought is dropping from the sky...
The foulest water will always catch your eye...
When you’re seeking...the perfect...alibi.
That river follows a scar in a long twisting line...
Diverting poison to Palestine...
And when you started to bathe in its shame
You let it christen you a name...
Trading all your hate for those you dare not blame
And that is why...your well-cut-well-worn alibi...
Just gave new currency...to an old lie.
We’ve all been young and gone to the wild...
And then had to love...what once...reviled...
Now rest your heart...within the reach...of a powerful...and protective peace...
Which you’ll turn on the wolf...and rip strip away his flawless fleece...
Let your head be hard so your heart may be mild...
I’m done now...
Bless you my child
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2007. All Rights Reserved.
