Love, Reality TV, Taxes and Other Disappointments

'Love, Reality TV, Taxes, And Other Disappointments' is a compilation of poems I'm putting together, with a view of submitting to some online publishers. Enjoy.

First Kiss

She asked ‘What do you do?’

Chewing on the end of her straw,

A look in her eye,

Never seen before ,

‘It’s not that exciting,’ playing it down,

‘I’m a cartoon Sheriff in a lunatic town.’

At this she laughed, a nasal sound made,

Another piece removed, from her masquerade,

She took it as Gospel, no questions asked,

Brushing my knee, contact at last.

This brand new person, I’ve only just met,

But already this feels as good as it gets,

An awkward hand-hold, fingers through her hair,

I leaned in slowly, accepting my own dare,

This dirty old town, suddenly bright behind us,

Her lips on mine, a quiet warm truss.

Fear melted away on that winter-tinged night,

From than on I knew, the world is alright.

Poetry Corner...

Something I found that I must have written a thousand beers ago.

She said 'You're twenty six years old,

So what's with the grey hairs?'

I said 'I toed the line too many times,

fell heart-first down some stairs.'

She threw her head back and laughed

Then stared me in the eye,

She held my gaze and took my hand,

And continued to breathe the lie.

A smouldering sheet of notepaper

Fell from the thirteenth floor,

A scattered dream, never found,

Heard knocking door to door.

The people in the street below

Whispered grievances into the night

A wind of change that gathered speed,

And set the words alight.