HOT PURSUIT

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 HOT PURSUIT

guilty and ashamed
too loose with the truth
of not loving hard enough
of not caring enough
of not working hard enough
forgive me
I was busy with a life
in a helpless rage
a life not designed
or imagined
something that just happened
I held the pieces in my mind
but they got away
and I was left alone
looking back down the long road
to the past
the present is an itchy back
cars passing in the street
and drunks singing their lonely songs
outside my window
and the thought
I might as well
make a coffee
this poem won't let me sleep
and there is no significant other
to tell me to come back to bed
so I sit in front of that
hopeless little screen
and watch my own words mock me
I was never good at puzzles
they always seemed to be too much work
annoyed now by a dripping tap
I should have fixed a year ago
all the broken and forgotten
 scattered around my room
to nag me when I stumble on them
when walking in the dark
or laying in my bed
listening to music from two thousand miles away
pain killers for my back ache
antacids for my dietary mistakes
and stand up and let my bum wake up
dixieland on the sound track
and I take pity on my neighbors
with my fm headphones on
my body complains and resents
my attempts to wake it from its stupor
Sing, sing, sing
how those boys can beat that thing
pardon me I wakened from my trance
and now I just have to dance
fuck the neighbors this deserves
the whole gain volume
opps, the neighbors are pounding the walls
stereo off headphones on
a grand father
and a grandson
in drum duet
thats how good it can get
Roy Hanes
and
Marcus Gilmore
Applause, applause, applause
all this while
I was chasing the pieces
in not so
hot pursuit.

JWL
© 27/06/2009