July 2011
4 posts
“Another
cigarette ash
television serial filled
advert analysing
cupboard...”
– Lemn Sissay
Going Places.
I asked for his hat and he gave me his umbrella
Whenever I read a book or a poem Jimmy, I find odd sentences that I absolutely love. Usually they are some sort of obscure imagery or a sentence that only makes sense within it’s own context. I like to take these sentences from their pages, from the familiar and relocate them onto the cover of books, my giant whiteboard at home, sticky note it and place it on a wall. I collect obscure...
Your words mean nothing
You told me you liked to cook
But I made every meal
You told me you liked my company
But you never hung around
You told me you liked what I had to say
But always made me listen
You told me you liked to read
But you never picked up a book
You told me we needed to stay in contact
But you never rang
You told me you loved me
I’m sick of your words.
