Saynt Elsewhere

To all the haters..try
and be complicated
and hold to opposing views
while expounding love as the cure
only to find that the answer lies somewhere in between
that rocks.
To all the lovers…try
to expound on the fact that you are vulnerable
but that your weakness is your strength
a call to action of shoring up the withering tide
that from side to side
incessantly and rocks.
To all the others…try
and see light in the darkness, goodness where there is none
and sit around and sing a song of hope where it has gone
and the dog that has fled and left you seeking comfort elsewhere
that rocks you from side to side.

Poem or is it a song? by Andrew Watkins

© 2017 Andrew Watkins

Stuck In The Cheese Counter Line

Stuck in a transparent queue at the cheese counter line
Listening on my headphones. Don’t separate me from the Boss.
Form an orderly queue, I’m going outside for a fag.
Get home with Mercedes in the drive.
Time again to improvise.
Tonight, Tonight We are going to get it right on tonight all night, all night
Be my surprise in the morning sun!
I will see you getting wild tonight, tonight I will see you going wild tonight
Ships sink into the seas black holes a giant whirlpool taking down battleships and cruisers too. I’m so over you. Back to blue. I don’t know how I will tell you. Are you queuing too, with another one just waiting in line for the right circumstances and the right time? Maybe that way you would understand why I feel so bad in this land. Is the truth I don’t hear you understand? It’s all muffled you see and I like to be alone. At that time baby. But tonight your mine, all mine!
Afterwards I forget your name chil’ Don’t blame. Yeah.
I don’t need a bath tonight I will shower and feel…again. In the morning something sweet for you my sweet.

When I close my eyes…

When I close my eyes…

Why can I see the city lights?

Why does everything I write rhyme with fights?

When I have a hard enough time asserting my rights,

Why do I see a starry sky filled nights?

When I look ahead…

Do I see problems of old recomposed? Ask myself

do I know of a remedy to help it all go?

Am I supposed to be living on the outside

Of a life once found never, never, besides.

When I recall…

I see an image in my head of me when I was young

I know the wrongs I did were written down in indelible ink

I get smoke in my eyes, from the hair on my face

Which is burning like old celluloid as It melts and you shrink

When I dream of the future…

I see the stars glowing brightly against a midnight sky

I hear the tweeting of an owl and I wonder why

The past and present can be so cold as to make you older

than you actually are, forging a new future.

When I look in your eyes…

I feel a connection with the universe in you

And with the universe in me as two

As we entwine ourselves around each other

And sink into our dreams, lovers and haters.