my bad

way back on April 9th i patted myself on the back in a self-congratulatory display of pride, loving the fact that for the first time i'd managed to retain the momentum in putting my thoughts down in blog format; this time it was all different, and the world (well, my world) was a wonderful place. complacent i was - lazy i became. just like the n'th diet, all good intentions fell by the wayside.

the following poem was written while still in the wooing-wife-to-be stage, and i felt especially creative as the only thing i had to focus on was how to get her to see i was perfect for her. it's about as contentious as i get i suppose (and this certainly wasn't intentional) with certain words raising eyebrows from people who (bless them) seemed to enjoy my occasional output.

The title is taken from a song of the same name by REM from their Monster Album (which was written by Michael Stipe about his relationship with Kurt Cobain). Less cool is the fact that the words were written to the tune of Daydreamer by Menswear.

the poem is submissive in tone. does it mirror my state of mind at that time? i've no idea.

Let Me In

Lifting feeling
On the ceiling
Makes my life
The more appealing
Says to my mind
Voice like thunder
"Lift me up
Or drag me under!"

Close inspection
Revealing tension
My fragile mind
Too warped to mention
Leaves me naked
And defenceless
Drug me up
And beat me senseless

Pleading, pleasing
Tempting, teasing
Cut me up now
I think I'm bleeding
Pleasure takes me
Rape and plunder
Letting go
Be torn asunder

Watching waiting
Dehydrating
You know by now
That I'm your plaything
Leaves me sane then
Wrapped in clover
Let me in
And take me over...


July 1995