Where are you now, when I am here alone? I cannot feel the truth, you’ve gone away Is this my punishment, must I atone? Where is love , when I am here alone With heavy heart,with warm flesh turned to stone? Though grief has made me anxious and I moan This must be the ending of our Play Why have you gone, when I am all alone? I cannot be relaxed, you’ve gone away
Please do not eat your own words at the table My eyes rolled like marbles in the gutter but how could I see? She was full of smart bones and loose joints but it was a bad idea to give her a date or ten The doctor seemed to put blue rubbers into my ear but they were a thermometer Since I was the only patient, I could not mate in the hospital Her eyes nearly came out of the bed Her eyes were like sharks teeth She muffled her cheeks in wool I did not suffer from my hallucinations.I found them very moving We used to meet at dawn or 8 am whichever was later I do wish he’d put his clock back. He swallowed my words. My voice was strangled by a wolf He stole my vice and was transformed into electricity My eyes were so big he fell in Then we all fell out
I can’t wear no trousers cos my bladder’s gone to pot When it leaks and flows my face goes red and hot So wearing skirts is easier, as noone else will note My bottom’s hidden gorgeously, halleluja, a teal coat
My feet have got three arches and now all of them have dropped My toes are twisted sideways and get into tightish knots My shoes are on a stretcher and I am in a chair My feel look really horrible when like me they are bare
If you despise this poetry, blame it on my jab My head is reeling wildly, the pain is like a stab My hands were once so slender, my sister was annoyed She thought I’d get attention from the handsomest of boys
My eyes are large and beautiful but they are not much use But I have learned insouciance and I’m feeling very loose.
Oh,Emile got up, then he yawned & stretched Cat pandiculationFor cats get stiff and cats get tense They won’t write no dissertations Emile called to Stan and Stan got up Pet manipulationion Stan made tea and fed Emile Emile’s ecstasisulation Mary came and she saw old Stan Oh, a manifestation? Are you real,she called to him What impertinentication!| I like your cheek, her husband cried Show me your appreciation Where is that, his dear wife said. Is it underneath my aprion? Well,Leonard Cohen did mention this I’m damned by my own veneration Oh,Stan get up and get us gin This is pure excruciation Calm down,Mary.I am back This is a mere notification Well,I have got myself another man What a pestification Does he sleep by you in bed at night? There may be an evacuation Don’t be rude, we thought you had gone I’ll drown in my own perspiration I feel such shame at seeing these men It’s torment and it’s a tribulation The doctor told me you were dead Is it conspirification? Send a code to my phonionion That will verify my restoration And om
While I was ill recently with a UTI I heard a cat running then jumping onto my bed and resting against me for a minute or two.I thought it was real,Whatever it was it fled after 2 minutes and I am missing the dear animal,I had heard a loud noise rather like the army helicopters we have flying over us today Is it preparation for the Funeral on Saturday?
My mobile phone has been a trial The other could not hear me I could have run a million miles Carrying tote bags filled with files My mobile phone has been on trial It seemed ok what e’re I dialled I bought a plastic case,you see It covered up the microphone And turned all humans into stone Hardware problems it cannot be My mobile phone has been a trial No foe or friend could hear me
Oh who can see into our hearts And make them safe in grief Catch all our tears in rivers dark Oh you who see into our hearts Let love be shared in vital sparks In golden flames that burn no leaf Oh you who see into our hearts Oh make them wise with grief
After a trauma it often makes the person relive and be retraumised One week after my husband died I shed a tear and was advised to have counselling but is it bad to cry? And you can do a six week course and get a certificate to become a bereavement counsellor so beware.Always ask your friends and contacts for their views I spoke to a psychoanalyst who advised me not to see a counsellor.Crying helps us.Surely we can comfort each other?