3 thoughts on “Zine now, really”

  1. They disembarked in 45
    And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
    There were too many spaces in the line.
    Gathered at the cenotaph
    All agreed with hand on heart
    To sheath the sacrificial Knifes.
    But now
    She stands upon Southampton dock
    With her handkerchief
    And her summer frock clings
    To her wet body in the rain.
    In quiet desperation knuckles
    White upon the slippery reins
    She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again.

    And still the dark stain spreads between
    Their shoulder blades.
    A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
    And when the fight was over
    We spent what they had made.
    But in the bottom of our hearts
    We felt the final cut.

    – i am going to join the army. whatevr use they have of a 29 year old alcoholic i will accept. i cannot live my whole life as a complete pussy. and i wish i had 2 dollars to order your zine…..

  2. I sense there’s something in the wind
    That feels like tragedy’s at hand
    And though I’d like to stand by him
    Can’t shake this feeling that I have
    The worst is just around the bend

    And does he notice my feelings for him?
    And will he see how much he means to me?
    I think it’s not to be

    What will become of my dear friend?
    Where will his actions lead us then?
    Although I’d like to join the crowd
    In their enthusiastic cloud
    Try as I may, it doesn’t last

    And will we ever end up together?
    no, I think not, it’s never to become
    For I am not the one

  3. Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
    I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
    And far from flying high in clear blue skies
    I’m spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

    If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
    And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
    And if you make it past the shotguns in the hall,
    Dial the combination, open the priesthole
    And if I’m in I’ll tell you what’s behind the wall.

    There’s a kid who had a big hallucination
    Making love to girls in magazines.
    He wonders if you’re sleeping with your new found faith.
    Could anybody love him
    Or is it just a crazy dream?

    And if I show you my dark side
    Will you still hold me tonight?
    And if I open my heart to you
    And show you my weak side
    What would you do?
    Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
    Would you take the children away
    And leave me alone?
    And smile in reassurance
    As you whisper down the phone?
    Would you send me packing?
    Or would you take me home?

    Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
    Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
    I held the blade in trembling hands
    Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
    I never had the nerve to make the final cut.

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