Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Friday, 9 September 2011


This silence brings me down solo
And I should embrace the loneliness
As I used to so well
When there was me and a
And a
And little else
When love came in drips
Not the big spurts of joy I dreamt of
When my day was self service
Not the waiting on
Another to cater to
When turmoil was only drama
And tv an empty theatre
When fantasy had not been realized yet
Right there in my room with you
That squalid place we slugged in
Like we had been born to
Where we had no care
Or at least less of any of that

And what does it matter
What mattress or where
If I cannot get in your hair


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