david stephens
Here are a few words that I have written. More will be added as I write them.
Consenus soup
The middle man
and centre ground
the safe bet
and
dumbing down
the watching what you say
and watching what you eat
the seeing both sides
and populist tides
the safe as houses
and stay pressed troucers
the glitterati
papperazi
and do-good nazi
fuck you all.
Chip Alley
Stilletoe steps on greasy streets
Wolf whistle lads on stella legs
Hen night girls peck last ditch boys
Last few pence spent ‘alf n ‘alf
Homeless bed on fag butt floors
taxi home
or back to yours
Beggars belief
Where once stood a man
now shadow lies
consumed, rejected
and tossed aside.
Where once rich with life
now pennies lie
spent not given
for peace bought inside
Love Letters
a b the beginning
a+b together
a=b love
axb family
a>b selfish
ab/c betrayal
a-b lonely
Tree
The sway and fall
of hearts and time
have carved
and run
their rings round me
True
True love alone
May shake the rose bud free
And footsteps fade by turning sea
And pure love
May make true arrow bend
And sink the sun at last days end
True love
May still the beaten heart
And heaven’s cloths may tear apart
True love
May fork the path ahead
And pick our tethered selves unthread
True love alone
When fallen shall fly
Yet still when sung, true love not die.
Doors Closed, Eyes shut
She was found alone,
The spokesman said
for one year
her decay and stench
lay dead.
No body noticed
never mind cared
365 days
four seasons
one dead.
The junkmail knew
the computer blame
52 weeks
an unpaid bill
our shame.
Without suspicision
we let her die
how many still
behind grave doorways
lie
Fuss
Bundle of fuss and joy
sharpened eyes and flighty
untamed spirit, softened in your arms
creature of instinct
preying on affection
tossing and toying
with my feathered heart
Me and I
Me and who I wish to be
two souls, joined at birth
shared flesh, torn separate ways
Like sun and moon
stir restless tides
two minds rage
for one peace
Cloud

I am rain
I weep down
I am cloud
I darken and drown
You are sun
you beam down
you are cloud
in silver gown
We are storm
we rage by
we are clouds
rainbow and sky
Summer Touch
Butter Cup chins
and daisy chained necks
tree dangled arms
and ant stung legs
Grass stained knees
and stream dipped toes
Sand papered feet
and sun burned nose
Sea washed locks
and salt eyes sore
Behold the summer
Time to touch this earth once more

Chip Alley
Stilletoe steps on greasy streets
Wolf whistle lads on stella legs
Hen night girls peck last ditch boys
Last few pence spent ‘alf n ‘alf
Homeless bed on fag butt floors
taxi home
or back to yours