Love, Distance, Time and My Solution

Cynical like poisoned ivy, and we love it all. Let’s go and be ironic, lets laugh at the tragic. But I still cry at those old movies, falling into black and white eyes. Falling deep into the fiction of monochrome eyes and believing in it. Tony Bennett tears still move us through the years. If you want love then you have to love without fear.

FUCK WORK SLEEP
FUCK WORK SLEEP

And where does that get us?

Open up the airways
Not all air is smoke.
Listen to the sound waves
Not all sound is pulp.
Fly me to the moon
That's where I want to go,
Not taking off and gliding
Casually away from Heathrow.

And welcome to lovers anonymous. Don’t be afraid to open up and tell us all about it. The first step is admitting you have a problem. You will never be cured but we can help you to learn how to handle your problem:

FUCK WORK SLEEP

It wont matter anyway. We all feel fine if we do okay. Don’t worry.

Love is pain.
Love is cost.
Love is taking a risk when the pack looks marked.
But love is all you will ever need.
Love is oxidation.
Love is insulation.
Love is travel.
Love is coming home.
FUCK WORK SLEEP can fuck off!
All we need is to let our eyes bleed.

I embrace my father, he is blood and wine ad eternal safety. Peace and quiet and critical eyes. He dies I die but I still embrace the guy.

Don’t you dare tell me to be careful as I might get hurt. Look at you, you care more about your designer shirt than living life.

I embrace my lover, travelling road to road, gap to gap, station to station, legs wrapped around like knapsacks. Love doesn't last. Fuck off! You have to act like it will. Don’t you ever learn from the past?

And going home to a home town. Take your pick there are loads around. Every time I walk on pavements new but still the same, every time I phone a number and ask for a long missed name I am not ashamed to love in a world where everyone is pretending.
Chipshop curry,
Grass in parks,
Stones in rivers.
Late night,
At night,
Walking one on one
Talking about
Everything, as day
To night to morning
To separate,
To separate beds,
Heads filled with love not
Male bonding
Or blackmail friendship.
Brandy and babycham
In old men's clubs.
Sleeping on musty sofas.
Reading books that
You know he would like
(or at least would argue about.)

Travelling back in time.
We can never return.
Travelling back home.
I will always return.

I love these men
With welsh accents
(Who used to be boys).
I love returning and hearing
My accent changing,
Sharing language again.
But I can't go back.

I have a heart by the
Taff, ever talking,
A heart in the
North, breaking through the chill,
A heart by the
Thames, cock robbining,
A heart by
Coventry cathedral, despite all its grime.
I have a heart that splits like
Crisscrossing child's railway tracks,
Sometimes the pegs come loose
And I replace them with screws.
You can’t go back
But I love to go home
To whichever home
I miss the most at that moment.

Don’t be afraid to love.
Don’t be afraid to go home.
Don’t loose old addresses.
Take the risk.
Take the risk
And break and reassemble.
You can be more than
FUCK WORK SLEEP.
Dream of love in sleep.
Work for friendship across distance and time.
Fuck all the cynics and untie yourself
From the railway lines.

All things are relative:
Distance, space and time.
So find the relations
That make you feel fine.

You can e-mail David here

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