One Hundred and Seventy-Nine.

28/6/14

Izzy circle

izzy

the kind of love song I hope someone will one day write about me but hopefully in a less rhythmically challenged way

you and me by the edge of the sea
I bought us fish and chips
and you forgot the ketchup
but it’s all ok, yeah it’s all ok
cos I bought us a lemon
at the exorbitant price of a dollar

I’ve got some squeezy ketchup packets
yeah, I’ve got tartare dripping from my palms
this shit is finger-lickin’ good
you got ketchup on my dress already
and lemon in my eye but

I still love you like, I mean,
I still love you like the way this seagull’s staring at us
with it’s one beady eye,
I still love you like you’re the last chip and
I’m a greedy kid having a growth spurt
I love you like an oil slick all over this one-eyed seagull

and you pushed me in the water
you pushed me in the water
it was an accident I think
you pushed me in the water,
chips floating ‘round me like dead fish
bloated potatoes and your face like the moon

your love is like a hand-me-down sweater
with holes in the armpits
your love is like a hand-me-down sweater
and I’ll wash you in hot water so you fit

you and me by the edge of the sea
I bought us fish and chips and you forgot the ketchup
again

*

Sarah circle

sarah

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
You fell into my arms like a fanfare, love
That’s newly sprung in June:
Chased out from the laundry pile into the air
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
Panting your pardons with a mutt at your feet
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
And your eyes full of petals and tightening thorns

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
You rolled my father’s name in your mouth like a song
So deep in luve am I;
Armour, amour, this steel plated love
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
You bolted us together in the pit of my gut
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Love and the battlefield, that’s where we burn

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And I flamed in the sheets of our sweet scented bed
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
As my children came squalling and fell silent and cold
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
And you left. And I stayed. And I weathered the years
While the sands o’ life shall run.
While you fucked every woman who turned at your name

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
But the mouths you farewelled, all the only true loves
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
All the moss-scented children you left in their arms
And I will come again, my Luve,
Could not fill up your empty, insatiable words
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!
While your armour-clad wife stirred the gruel on the stove

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