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Yesterday I found this, my only copy of the very first booklet I had published, "Is Love Science Fiction?' dated 1986. It had 19 poems including this one -
LOVE - THE DISASTER MOVIE
she said she hated you / loathed you / found you utterly
repulsive / but you tried not to take it personally / now
you're standing in an empty room making a cup of tea you
don't want / and being over-nice to people you hate /
measuring your success by counting the things you'll never
have / you turn on the tv to watch black and white nothing/
for a few pounds more you could have coloured nothing / you
go to the pessimists' club twice a week now, it gives you
something to look forward to / you used to worry about your
lack of troubles / lying in the sun praying you didn't get
skin cancer / now you're trying to capture the world in one
sentence / dressed as lamb, you beef about the price of
love / dressed to kill you sacrifice yourself / standing in
your perfect world you look out of place / oh the words you
almost said may make you great someday / if only you knew the
rules you'd ignore them / you shrug your shoulders,
some you lose....and some you lose / there's plenty more
fish in the sea you said, but now diving in you feel like a
fish out of water and look for corners in the goldfish bowl
/ people tell you to be yourself but that's not like you /
when you're not thinking of her / you're thinking of
thinking of her / you see yourself as a prisoner trapped in
a world of reason / whose crime is that of wanting her /
whose sentence is that of loving her / and whose only
escape is to her / you're living in a world of aliens / you
feel like the skeleton in your own cupboard / like
someone's playing loud music at your funeral / it's no fun
being depressed you complain / with the ultimate vanity you
believe your inferiority complex is of a superior nature /
you believe some people wouldn't recognise love if you beat
them to a pulp with it / what did she mean we've got
nothing in common? you say / it's her, I've got plenty in
common / you wonder whether you'd rather be loved / or love
someone / or be in love, with someone you love and who
loves you / and realise you don't ask for much / you used
to be lovers / now you're just good friends / that means
she ignores you as though an embarrassment / and you watch
your words when you meet unexpectedly / I used to be
sensitive you explain / but I'm alright now, do you think? ... See MoreSee Less
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