I’m reasonably resilient
I can take the knocks,
To a point
Until, through alcohol you disjoint
Your words
Then I can’t quite tell what you’re saying
With motionless mouth a slur
You have become the unheard
In my head
I block you out
I make an attempt to distil the red
But the bull rages
And china unwrapped from pages falls
No safety net or cushioned walls
The council estate marked by scrawling hands
Like ours
And broken glass
And doors ajar
The neighbours can hear it all
They hear your slapped face fall
As I strike out
Domestic violence clout
Like the magazines
Shout like the cinema screens
There’s no kissing
And I’m missing a link
You removed
So succinct I can’t think
I haven’t got a clue
I dialed treble nine
This time I meant it
To remove you from the mine
the bored hole deeply buried
open cast wound
a lager and lime sparked it off
this really is my place you know
And though the winters cold
the ice and snow the forty below, outside
Winter world
Don’t think I don’t feel guilt
when hurled are you
OUT
surely the rigorous rout
Of words
We gathered this evening,
was wasted effort
for
plugging gaps
Is pointless
stemming dams and tides
digging up the actions despised
by each other
the antidote kind words that almost smother
the furnace red faces of rage
the thumbprint stained aging page
of a short fuse love affair
we nearly made it again

I’m relieving us of duty

We are grown adults
And the frightening things
our frightening faults
Inherited from god knows where
But all played out
In this living scare scene
This broken altar prayer scene
I can hear the wagons outside
men in suits,the chequered black white ties,
an ambulance ,
And a wilting bunch of nerves fried
I have this god awful feeling
That something just died.

also on mp3

http://www.easyvend.net/poetry-mp3/something%20just%20died%202.mp3

and to illustrate how things can change: (with respect to Sophie Mck comments regarding re-working)



something died (final version)

Something died

I’m reasonably resilient
I can take the knocks,
To a point
Until through alcohol you disjoint
Your words
Then I can’t quite tell what you’re saying
With motionless mouth a slur
You have become the unheard
In my head
I block you out
I make an attempt to distil the red
But the bull rages
And china unwrapped from pages falls
No safety net or cushioned walls
doors ajar
neighbours can hear it all
They hear a slapped face fall
a stuck out
Domestic violence clout
Like the magazines
Shout like the cinema screens
There’s no kissing here
And I’m missing a link
You removed
So succinct I can’t think
This time I meant it
To remove you from the mine
the bored hole deeply buried
open cast wound
a lager and lime sparked it off
this really is my place you know
And though the winters cold
the ice and snow the forty below, outside
Winter world
Don’t think I don’t feel guilt
when hurled are you
OUT?
surely the rigorous rout
Of words
We gathered this evening,
was wasted effort
for
plugging gaps
Is pointless
stemming dams and tides
digging up the actions despised
by each other
the antidote kind words that almost smother
the furnace red faces of rage
the thumbprint stained ageing page
of a short fuse love affair
Of flying fist, claw, domestic
ape people grunting
In a rented house cage

we nearly made it up again

In this living room scare scene

We nearly made it up

This broken altar prayer scene
Wedding photograph
A lovingly penned good luck epitaph
From parents
Lies in a frame of shattered sheen
Confetti, the carpet glass
Potent the reminder
And too strong
To tie us over
Till tomorrow
This time
Is final
The damage toll too high
The crystal vase finally dry
a wilting bunch of nerves fried
a god awful feeling
something fragile just died.


Pete Crompton 27th October 2007 (C)

http://www.easyvend.net/poetry-mp3/something%20fragile%20just%20died.mp3


revised audio sample


you chose

for me, the first one feels more real life, more raw, more of every kind of negative.More pain, its sad
The second one is the same work but cleaned up a bit.I could still feel it, but it was not as painful and real.
But then I have lived this before, so when I read this , it makes my heart race and I want to run away or find a bat.