Sunday, 20 December 2009

4 Real.

So should I pretend:
Shall we just play clowns,
Paint our faces red,
Smiles just made up frowns?

Swallow what you sell:
This forced smile I see,
An existential,
Pompous piety?

In any weather:
Wave my arms in time,
Hands tied together,
Matter over mind?

Dangle from the sky:
Chilly dungeon chains,
Laugh like getting by,
Red-shifting the pain?

In the laugh forget:
Man dressed as boy?
This just leaves regret,
My life lost in joy.

I can't just believe:
This what I've never seen,
Smiling faith is not me,
Only sadness is real.

I know you fake it sweetie:
Lying is when your lips lift.

2 comments:

Sarah Valentine said...

I love this.
'Swallow what you sell:
This forced smile I see,
An existential,
Pompous piety?'
That's amazing.Was this written in over a gin and tonic ain a dimly light corner of a bar?
If not can you just say it is?
You know in the memoirs.
:)
xx

Snoopthesnoop said...

Haha. Im afraid to say no it wasnt - whiskey is my poison of choice.
The rest though, bars and the like, I can neither confirm nor deny! :P

Thanks a lot love, what you said means A LOT to me. :)
xx