Love Angles

You and me and he
Him and I and we
Let's make a human pyramid

Or should we block out the sun
Entomb our hearts in separate jars
Wrap our desires in
Bandages and seal off the air?

Him and I and me and you
A square, a spot, a circle
Do you want me as I am or how
you'd like me to be?

Shaping my love to different songs
Dancing solo, in a pair, with a crowd

But am I dreaming of flying, of
Spinning through 180 degrees
While yearning to walk on the
straight, painted line?

© 2005, Alan J Stuart

[Tagged as Poetry]

Saturday Afternoon Pub Crawl

Another door...

Poster-paint walls, shiny
bottles rattling in cold cages to
the MTV beat

Sharp, metallic
laughter like gun-shots
pool-side Burberry glamour smeared with
gutter talk

Another door...

Giant screen above blankets of smoke,
married men mesmerised by
flashing football fixtures

Whizz and burr of
slot-machine, pinching every
last loose coin

Another door...

Menus written backwards on
opposing mirrors, sinks choked with
depreciating wine

Clack of freshly
rejuvenated luncheoneers in
this season's colours

Another door...

Faint smells: polished
wood, real ale,
dribbled piss from
the toilet doorway

Two old boys, one
gripping the other's shoulder, swaying
their goodbyes in slow-motion

Another door...

Dungeon decor
hair-fixated youth,
stubble + streak + piercing,
blabber and blush

Dark corners, hushed
deals struck for the
evening ahead

Another door...

Exist In Zinc

Good/bad, unjustified lines
The bottom of a hand-shakened glass

Flat/rough, encircled signs
The zenith of a stead-fastened mast

Forays in human troubles
Trembles in messenger fists

Delays in touring bubbles
Crumples in passenger lists

Persist in ink
Doubting gold
Blond century

Exist in zinc
Sprouting mould
Fond mercury

Stalk

Sweet

Nothing's good
Standing under the thin green

I'm invisible, Kid
On the edge of the thorn

There's western roots in my past
Faded, invaded, black

You
Look

But you don't see me

Light dies

Pale sounds
Reverse echo on playback

Mud

Dirty shoes
Walking away from the deed

© 2005, Alan J Stuart