Hurling

The year Scotland
Over achieved in the hurling
Was weird yet amazing
It was snowy
And I was inspired
But the women looked
Like dinner ladies

Fat

Twenty yards in advance
Waiting by the tree until I pass
To avoid an unwanted circumstance
I was unaware that being fat
Could be such an inconvenience

Construction

Because we have the same style of shoe
And share the platform for thirty seconds
Some mornings
I have constructed an elaborate future
Of endless joy spent together
All of which could come crumbling down
If we were ever to mutter a word to each other

Not So Special

Do you remember the day when you realised
You weren't so special after all?

The centre of the Universe
Cruelly whipped away
Into regions unknown

Never to fully recover
The chase of that invisible radar
Is your secret purpose

I am special, I am special.

You're not though, are you?

Caricatures

Sometimes when I see
An old lady
With lipstick and fine attire
I can't help but think
Of how ridiculous she looks
Like a monkey in a dress
A vulgar caricature

Oh, I know
That she's just trying to make the most
Of what she has got
And that's all anyone can do

But it makes everything look so silly to me
I find it so hard to take anything seriously
The world just doesn't seem real
So to try and make some sense of it all
I thought that I'd write it down
(Doesn’t work)

Funeral

A tear down the cheek
Can still be sweet
The salty flavour
Leaves distance from the emotions
I shouldn't be breaking down
The surprising
Tastes of my tears
I should be sad
Mournful and unhappy
But no-one knows
Damn my wandering mind