Tonight
Tonight I went looking for the moon
But I couldn’t find it
It was all black clouds
Sweeping across
deep, thick and
Suffocating
So I sat in my car and listened to
The radio
SP
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@shaunbperry
Tonight
Tonight I went looking for the moon
But I couldn’t find it
It was all black clouds
Sweeping across
deep, thick and
Suffocating
So I sat in my car and listened to
The radio
SP
Wonder
I remember laying in the back seat and unfocusing my eyes. Allowing the passing street lights to bleed into the night. I remember the feeling the comfort. Seeing the light like rapturous bright lines. Cross-wards and downwards. I remember the sense of wonder. I remember feeling powerful, like I'd captured something that no one else had. That no one else could see. No one else could fathom. But really in the end It was just a child's unfocused eyes over an empty night sky.
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Passing Cars
I was driving somewhere,
somewhere, I don’t know.
And it was going so well,
and now it kind of hurts,
and I don’t know how I let it
— Why did I let it.
I had the window down,
one hand on the steering wheel,
and there was a bee,
between me
and the passing breeze.
So small.
So lost.
I flicked it into the darkness,
the flashing red, orange and green.
The whizzing brake lights,
and the vacant stop sign.
Why did I let it.
It was all going so well.
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Hello
There’s a dog here And it doesn’t know It exists. It just looks at me — it just looks at me And hopes And I think God damn I know how you feel.
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Focus.
There’s a
bunch of white-tee punks
with fly-screens
over their eyes.
And
they can’t see,
they can’t see
the blue sky,
or the waves,
the golden sand,
the crawling hills.
They only see
the criss-cross
of wires,
the wavering thread
of spiderwebs
and the dead,
dried out beetles.
There’s a
bunch of white-tee punks
with fly screens
over their eyes.
SP
Bedside table snap
beaten
bloodied
heavy
and over drawn
— my thoughts
lay bare
for only
the soil to see
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Coffee, let's do it.
It's Only Temporary
I’m over the
flat horizon
like honey
sticky
and there’s no
waves
nor lather
just chasing ghosts
with fury
in my head
paddles sinking
down
and tearing white lines
into the sea
a glock
heavy in my fingers
staring down the barrel
with a lucky 6
like a golden crown
no need
to be gentle
baby
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The Video Store
He was a
Bukowski reading
wannabe writer
wannabe cool guy
words falling from his eyes
falling from his chest
his heart
and all he could do
was
dust shelves
with empty hands
while co workers
danced
to the radio
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Two Days Before Monday
He felt these strings
Wavering loosely in space
Colours
fading behind them.
There
was no heart
and
he liked it that way.
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Only Sedentary
Only Sedentary - By Shaun Perry
He was lost in his thoughts
Without anything to sift through the waves
Icy, numb and without meaning
Nothing memorable
Days beyond days
And he was lost
Watching the swirls of smoke find a way
Find a way to bleed
His cigarette still cold in his lips
He was lost without feeling
Without heart
His legs like slabs of meat
Holding a television with only noise and grain
His fingers, sliced through the world
Like melting butter
And he would scream
‘Is anybody there?’
But he was crowded
Looking for an empty room
He was lost in the cries of others
Lost in the blue lights.
Lost in a sedentary world
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Train Wreck
I stand at a cross roads,
A shifting train amidst the fog
And a lonesome figure fading behind the waves.
There is no catching up,
and there is no fighting back.
Just let it roll.
Just let it roll.
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By Shaun Perry
My heart was beating behind a locked cage
And I told her no
She couldn’t have it – because she didn’t want it
She didn’t want it you see
I was sitting alone within four walls
With a cigarette and a bottle of beer
Asking tough questions of myself
There was something incandescent about my insanity
About watching the world writhe in rivulets of flames
About wishing to roar like a bear into a shallow moon
She took it well
With paint buckets hidden behind her eyes
Over turned and spilling out colors
Reds, blues and yellows
I was getting side tracked
I told my heart I was keeping it safe
That the cage was for its own good
and that she couldn’t have it
The beer went down well
I fell asleep with a hiss in my ears
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Coffee, Wine and a few Cigarettes
There was an elderly couple squinting and flicking their eyes from the sun while their coffees went cold. They were sitting at a table close to mine. They were quiet and fairly somber, playing with their fingers, almost nervously. They'd been together for a while it seemed, so much so, words didn't need to be said. They could have a flowing conversation without them. I watched them for a while, watching them watch the world. There was a song bleeding outside from a nearby coffee shop. Jazzy almost but with vocals that seemed reminiscent of the late Jeff Buckley. It kind of teased my heart, hit those sharp empty spaces - those needles that stabbed between the beats. It wasn't Jeff Buckley though, it was someone else, someone new and unknown and I sort of imagined him in concert. Speared into the stage, bent like a nail — A tall fashionably misguided gentleman you know,with a broad yellow fedora and large burring eyes. The sort of guy that held himself awkwardly in a crowd but knew how to artfully explain the movements of the ocean. I liked the song anyway. My friend kept talking it up; he was sitting beside me with a glass of wine and a cigarette. He eventually started chewing the fat, talking about something of nothing memorable and I was finding myself watching his eye brows and reacting accordingly. I just couldn't stop thinking about the elderly couple.There was something significant there, something stark and real. Maybe how the sun bathed within the deep furrows of their skin. The many rivulets of the past streaking from their eyes and lips. The way they both nervously played with their fingers. There was a reality there, There was no plastic, no facade. And the quiet air that perpetuated from their table left a strange, but interesting weight in my gut. SP.