Hate often arises from taking love too seriously
So don’t worship the ground I walk on
See me for my flaws an all
Be irritated if need be
But we’ll always come back
When the curtains are drawn
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June
Happiness don’t look good on me
Happiness don’t look good on me
Dressed in rags not fit to please
No tilted hats and shiny shoes
with a smile on my face, it looks misused
Got a look that people will see fit to refuse
And if a fight should find me
Sparks will erupt in violence you can’t defuse
And I’ll be locked up in Alcatraz by the bloody screws
And I’ll be playing the joker to amuse
So as not to have my arse black and blue
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 June
Another cheeky Blue Tit
©Silverbackpoetryphotography Feb 2016
Eclipse
I’ve got sand between my toes and a cigarette hanging between my lips.
What better way to view
another celestial body, that being you
eclipsing the sun
watching your silhouette
Refined as you pirouette
Dancing my innocence into obscurity
And if you should ask what innocence was ever left intact
I’d show you the cherry lit end of my smokes
A childhood image of calm collected cool
Hanging between fingers
Forgetting about the cancer
they taught me about at school
© Silverbackgorillapoetry June 2016
Peekaboo
Blue tit in a tree very close to where I sat in my chair, being cheeky and playing hide and seek.
©Silverbackgorillapoetryphotography (there’s a mouthful!) April 2016
Fledging
Erasing thoughts of our mothers face
daring ourselves to ride a little faster
Getting our hearts beating a little harder
Tempting fate
Weaving in and out of traffic
Having ourselves a race
It feels like freedom
A suicide mission
Waiting on our shadows for definition
Fledging so soon, faking ambition
© Silverbackgorillapoetry June 2016
Eunuch
Awaking to invitations
of indulgence
in humans favourite
Pastime
Smelling
Sweating
Enjoying
Reminiscing
Regretting
Fucking
A release
Life as an eunuch
Just isn’t worth the same
©Silverbackgorilla poetry June 2016
Garden dinosaurs (birds)
Dwelling behind misted glass
Watching the birds
It’s dream like
Edges soft and a little blurred
Watching juvenile blue tits undeterred
By the goldfinch guarding its territory
Mrs Robin hopping from fence to shed
Her small stature disguising the terror she can unleash
Lest you dare to trespass upon her niche
Worms pulled like spaghetti from the ground by Mr Blackbird
And I’m just sitting, easy come and easy go
Don’t want to survive as they do
Fighting and flitting around
Got my own dangers
Even if they’re in my head
The little bug that buzzes in my brain
A tug of war between playing life or playing dead.
©Silverbackgorilla photography June 2016
Grey Heron
Not the best photo for many reasons, but this is as far as my lens could zoom, and trust me it was pretty far away so given the space between the Heron and I, it’s actually an okay shot.
©Silverbackgorillaphotography taken April 2016
Hair of the dog
Drinking myself undrunk
Stepping inside away from the street humdrum
Neon sign glows ‘no vacancy’
And she’s a shadow on my wall
Cigarette between fingers
High heels make her tall
Her breasts pert and nipples erect
TV in the corner whispers white noise
the sound that permeates the aftermath of every choice
The end of cigarettes glowing cancer
Between lips in which I hanker
Mouths pucker between rings of smoke
Kissing oblivion between strokes
A silhouette riding cowgirl
Making me blind
The aftermaths white noise
Behind neon and TV lights
Resting between her thighs
Listening to the humdrum outside
© Silverbackgorillapoetry June 2016
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