Pete Crompton
My Sickly Sweet
My Sickly Sweet
Hell that’s another pint
Do you like to see me suffer?
Are you sadistic I wonder
the alcohol and cigs I discover
are something
probably passed from your mother.
Im glad she didn’t come along
Shes such a hard nock
Head block
Smoke ring fiery thing and rattling tin
Of tin pot charity dial in shows
Of scratchcard tabletop magazine dayglo
we left her in the living rooms
where her abuse formed a halo
and nothing shone right
her emotions - set stones – sparkle
just the occasional glimour of hope
Yet im not attracted to her
Nor really to you
And I hate myself for double vision flu
Pub crawl one nighter
Im caught again
By spikes so protracted
From a cola cube heart
For like any decent sweet
You suck and see
And hard shell Becomes
A fiery glee of fun
When liquid the centre
And stickiness runs
And alive comes along
The thread of the tongue
Such wonder of the tastebud
Can do no wrong
Surely
And surely ball scratching
Morely more
Such short lived
beauty in an alcohol 3 hours
In pollen dusted dying flours
Of the hallway, rotting
The fleeting feeling
when the irritating morning light
Reveals the sweetie
Sprawled on off white cotton stains
When the sagging meal has found the drains
Thro oesophagus puking games
And pharynx finding straining shame
I thought it may never stop
My sickly sweet treat fun filled gap of a girl
My stubble chinned wrinkle grin
The sunshine may put you to shame
I nealry eat the whole bag
I nearly spat the gagging brag
Swinging fag ash using the floor
As the ashtray stacks of dishes
In the hallway
Why cant you tidy your house
Mould growin on your mainstay
50 carot carbon
black inside
and with the wonder of a shotgun bride
she slips and slides
with still shut eyes
and I’m
away…….
27 - 7 - 2007
Hell that’s another pint
Do you like to see me suffer?
Are you sadistic I wonder
the alcohol and cigs I discover
are something
probably passed from your mother.
Im glad she didn’t come along
Shes such a hard nock
Head block
Smoke ring fiery thing and rattling tin
Of tin pot charity dial in shows
Of scratchcard tabletop magazine dayglo
we left her in the living rooms
where her abuse formed a halo
and nothing shone right
her emotions - set stones – sparkle
just the occasional glimour of hope
Yet im not attracted to her
Nor really to you
And I hate myself for double vision flu
Pub crawl one nighter
Im caught again
By spikes so protracted
From a cola cube heart
For like any decent sweet
You suck and see
And hard shell Becomes
A fiery glee of fun
When liquid the centre
And stickiness runs
And alive comes along
The thread of the tongue
Such wonder of the tastebud
Can do no wrong
Surely
And surely ball scratching
Morely more
Such short lived
beauty in an alcohol 3 hours
In pollen dusted dying flours
Of the hallway, rotting
The fleeting feeling
when the irritating morning light
Reveals the sweetie
Sprawled on off white cotton stains
When the sagging meal has found the drains
Thro oesophagus puking games
And pharynx finding straining shame
I thought it may never stop
My sickly sweet treat fun filled gap of a girl
My stubble chinned wrinkle grin
The sunshine may put you to shame
I nealry eat the whole bag
I nearly spat the gagging brag
Swinging fag ash using the floor
As the ashtray stacks of dishes
In the hallway
Why cant you tidy your house
Mould growin on your mainstay
50 carot carbon
black inside
and with the wonder of a shotgun bride
she slips and slides
with still shut eyes
and I’m
away…….
27 - 7 - 2007
Fri, 27 Jul 2007 02:09 am
<Deleted User>
You've met mum then? Hee hee - only jesting - sorry Mama.
I think you could makr this into a sketch or maybe even a sitcom.
Interesting title - it's unusual to see such horrible imagery in your poems when you're so very good at capturing beauty but it works well, has the strength to make you taste and smell the smoke.
Good luck with your poetry Peter.
xxx
I think you could makr this into a sketch or maybe even a sitcom.
Interesting title - it's unusual to see such horrible imagery in your poems when you're so very good at capturing beauty but it works well, has the strength to make you taste and smell the smoke.
Good luck with your poetry Peter.
xxx
Tue, 7 Aug 2007 12:24 am
