It's easy to be lonely,
spend solitary months
speaking only to buy beer
hid in busy pubs,
watching receding tide line
of cheap porter fall
in unison with the sun,
and later coke black rum.
Silent for whole days
wasting empty afternoons
walking without destination,
till old broken bench beckons
from where to watch
churning eternal water
swell and fall away;
feel the ebb and flow of life
wash through poison veins.
Sat next to a stranger
with daydreams in blue curve
of jean thigh and rose lips;
but no words seem sensible
making hello redundant
so we watch the day tick by,
quiet in each other’s company
because it easier to stay lonely.
spend solitary months
speaking only to buy beer
hid in busy pubs,
watching receding tide line
of cheap porter fall
in unison with the sun,
and later coke black rum.
Silent for whole days
wasting empty afternoons
walking without destination,
till old broken bench beckons
from where to watch
churning eternal water
swell and fall away;
feel the ebb and flow of life
wash through poison veins.
Sat next to a stranger
with daydreams in blue curve
of jean thigh and rose lips;
but no words seem sensible
making hello redundant
so we watch the day tick by,
quiet in each other’s company
because it easier to stay lonely.
NB> Loneliness, like love and happiness, seems to be a topic many can relate to.
I think all writers crave a little solitude - it's where we acheive our
thinking and creating - but as a great lyricist Annika Norlin aka Hello Saferide
put it 'Loneliness Is Better When You're Not Alone' can hear it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2xgUXNJuIQ
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