Pantomime

Posted on July 26, 2016 by carltellstales

The pantomime villain
Finally listened to the crowd,
Turned round and shot
The handsome lead in the stomach.

Did he bleed to death?
Oh, yes he did.

I don’t want to be who I am tonight

Posted on July 25, 2016 by carltellstales

I don’t want to be who I am tonight
I want to be you, with your chin
I want to walk above the world and drink the clouds
I want to pronounce ‘bath’ incorrectly
I want to drop everything I hold and pick it back up
I want to feel your blood
I want to be the backs of your knees or the crooks of your elbows
I want to think so hard I scare myself and plot my next roadtrip
I want to see the grey in things
I want to kiss the light and laugh at the dark
I want to share my gifts with those who’ve earned it
I don’t want to be who I am tonight
I want to be you
And see me how you do

Inspired by a line in Are We Alive by Augustines.

Little monkey

Posted on July 18, 2016 by carltellstales

Kerry’s boy was a
Right little monkey!

He’d pick her nits,
Swing from his tail
And stare through her soul
With utter contempt.

Just

Posted on July 6, 2016 by carltellstales

Can you remember when humans were 12 feet tall? When they
Helped put the rabbit through the hole of your little shoelaces,
Insisted you got covered in mud, paint or pudding,
Laughed at your made-up jokes about vegetables or poo,
Drank fizzy pop through pink bendy straws,
Huddled inside your bunk bed den,
Orbited the world in your cardboard rocket ship and
Opened up your eyes to the love we all possess.
Do you remember that time? I do. Just.

Your neck

Posted on June 27, 2016 by carltellstales

You’re stood in front of me
And I want to kiss your neck.
Just that smooth, olivey bit
Between your hair and your jaw.
But I don’t think I should.
I mean I really want to,
I just don’t think I should.
I can’t read what you’re face is saying,
As you’re stood with your back to me,
But when I look over your shoulder
Your thick ring finger
And screensaver of your wife,
Not to mention my heterosexuality,
Tell me I shouldn’t kiss your neck.
No matter how smooth and olivey it is.

The day after the entire world changed

Posted on June 24, 2016 by carltellstales

The little boy
Picked his nose,
Scratched his bum
And stared at his toes.

Talentless

Posted on June 21, 2016 by carltellstales

The talentless man just sat in his room being all talentless. He watched his talented friends be talented and wished for a fraction of their talent. The talentless man decided to let his talented friends know how talented they were. He texted one talented friend congratulating her on her talent. He emailed another talented friend telling him he liked his talented thing. He called up another talented friend who was struggling with her latest bit of talent and reassured her how talented she was and that she should just keep working talentedly on her latest bit of talent. When he was done, the talentless man just sat in his room being all talentless.