I like to write poems,sketches plays and shorts . Usually with a dark comic twist..
You know me so well
Yet still you try to trick me
Breathing deeply just gives me more oxygen
Have you learnt nothing?
That's right,count to ten
Ignore the heat creeping through your veins
I'll burn your throat till you need to shout
Feed me and I'll give you power
Only I see your potential
I give you justice and honour
I restore lost dignity
I scorch all who hurt you
Yet still you try to put me out
Drown me with alcohol
Did I not tell you it's a combustable?
Put me in a metal cage and I will melt
Wrap your heart in fat
And I will make it corrode
Your enermies will be drown in my larva
You summoned me
You lit the spark
I heard you cry and I came
A small baby howling in the night
A child hiding from taunts
An adolence mocked and abandoned
It was your fireworks of distress
That set a beacon to welcome me
And I came for you always
I'll force your foes familes to eat their own ashes
I am loyalty
I will never leave
Even though you nelglect me, abuse me
I am there always
Slowly burning just for you
My embers will never die
Kindle my flames
Watch me dance.
The first is Optimism.
Dressed in children’s presenter rejects
Turquoise, fuchsia and citrus lemon
Topaz earring from a recent Greek Island holiday
Advice from recycled from the latest positive thought guru
Which will fade faster than her tan
Her empathy surrounds her like a silver haze
Spelling out the obvious
She gifts positive thoughts in shiny Jungian cardboard
Re framing feelings and packaging with a fair trade ribbon
The Second is clinical
Jacket that slightly too tight
His stripy tie tucked into his high-waisted trousers
Fat fingers clasp around his favorite pen
He writes without listening
Diagnosis decided he writes to back his verdict
He measures tone words and eye contact
As he adds up the cheapest chemical compound
After precisely 12 minutes and 15 seconds
He writes out a script ,ahead of target .
The Third is hopeful and horny.
A Knight charging into battle in his Perguote 205.
His valour enabled by other people’s tragedy
No maiden to rescue,No dragon to kill
His chivalry is his shield to charm potential victims
Armed with cliques and dreadful puns
Offering happy hugs which last just a little too long
He begins the onslaught of advice.
Polished concern almost as shiny as his bald spot
His stabs at solutions but miss the problem completely
Defeated he creates creating a story where he is the hero.
The forth doesn’t arrive
Frustration turns to fear
The reality that there are no rescuers left
Turning to trash TV to stop the tirade
An age old mantra in the brain
Suicide Impacts analyzed
The cost of a wardrobe change for the Optimist
The amount of paperwork for the clinical man
The use of death as a seduction method for Mr. Hopeful and horny.
Hardly worth the effort.
The fifth rescuer reveals themselves in the mirror.