We Met At The D&D Due

I only popped round from the corner on a whim
What other treats could a Sunday afternoon provide?
The toenail clippings of a week schedule on the T.V
The breadcrumbs stocked in all the super markets
The lost puppies parading around the streets
The doctors have only given me 2 hours left
Before my brain cells shut down and my blood runs thin
For boredom itself has taken me to the other side

But If I must drop all traces of a indifferent facade
I couldn’t help but feel I’d of paid 10x my bus fair
Just to see you give me that look from behind your specifically
From behind the room, then for you to stroll on my way
Just to say hi, and to wean me into the rituals
I couldn’t say I’m green on the subject of table top
But I’ll keep those titbits to myself if you don’t mind
Just to make the joke I’ve only heard of Monopoly before

The moon bursts on the scene and foils my fun yet again
But the next week seems like an entire era’s away
So to tide me till then I offer you a brew in town
You say you have to run back for your nanna’s birthday due
But I’ll get you in front of my gaze yet my dear
Separated only by the coffee shop oak, I make a vow now

And when they ask how we first meet
I’ll tell them we met at the D&D due

*Written For National Poetry Month – 24/30*

Summer

Oh it isn’t a point of time you see
Or a location of the planet around the sun
It’s when the air itself begins to sway
And the grass itself begins to beam
Their’s pheromones in the air
Their’s hormones in the air

Oh the time has come again

When the men come to showcase
Hours of toiling in the winters gym
Over the beautiful game
When the music students gather
To break what little ice remains
With their hunks of wood

Oh the time has come again

When the ice creams at it’s ripest
And the beer’s at it’s coldest
And the coast is a at it’s nicest
When the ladies come out of woolly cocoons
With 3 inches of string cover the south
Oh what a glorious time to be alive

Oh the time has come again

Railroad Love Affair

Mastering the art of human osmosis
To piledriver though these walls of flesh
In hopes of make the winning touchdown
On the 12:45 to Liverpool Street

There’s business betty gloves on hands
As she refused human contact
Her husbands lost in his summer condom
Getting his fix from the family accountant

Daddy Dexter’s spawn have gave him the ultimatum:
A free stallion at the petting zoo
But the dilemma is he only has the funds;
For two whippies and a Vimto

Then there’s Lovely Lindsey and Nervous Nigel
As they exchange skin cells on their nose
She’s excited for heels on the sunny coast
He’s worried his devoted will catch him today

As for me?… I don’t think to much about these things
I couldn’t even tell you what a ‘Harwich’ is

But soon I’ll be sampling it’s grass in between my toes
And analyzing the local wildlife: The Superdry-a-saurs
While tasting the local brew, transmitting shocks down my tongue
She said “Your making fossils out of compost here darling”

The moss on top of a trifle for most, but to me this place is a gateway
To days away from neon blue clad mummysitters
And the fight for custody for my friends from friends
Nuts to that I wanna see new cobblestones when i stare at my feet
Well that’s the cover anyways

The reality is I wanna see new eyes press up against mine
Eyes that don’t regret
Eyes that react to mine
Eyes that will offer me a bacon sub

The eyes in the cesspool don’t get it
Don’t pry love just remind me again
Why you took a gamble on me?