How have we come to be here now
you and i
still clinging to the burst of feeling that happened to us
long ago,
now gone,
but the cold fear terror hideous
of i do not know what
maniacally creeping
makes us desperately hold hands
like a couple in love
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Stephen Tee c 2008
poetry
it lies at the bottom of
bottles of bitter wine dead on the floor
it whispers from its hiding place
on the edge of the dirty razor blade in the bathroom cabinet
it walks into the house
just as your lover walks out on you
and
it holds your hand
when all you were reaching for
was a straw
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Stephen Tee c2008
It smells like piss.
the cave-paintings of tags
discarded butts, discarded men
women
children
wait.
he starts to cry,
the littlest one
in his pram,
his mother says,
‘are you bleeding? did someone hit you? no?
you’re all right then.
you’re not playing with the boys enough. hang around girls and
see what happens.
you’ll turn into a bitch, girls are bitches.’
she plays a game of ‘goodbye’,
walking away and coming back,
until he is crying again,
she is preparing him and herself,
she knows that she is near to losing him.
a man with a golden halo of hatred passes through,
the weight of knowing bending his frame
driven to tell a story, his and not his own,
i watch his face, his movements, his sorrow
he declares that he will destroy what is in his way that
he doesn’t like
tells me about nano-technology applied to the Bomb,
tells me about the broken promises of politicians
and then i see through it
and i say, ‘you feel betrayed’.
he looks at me for a moment
shakes his head, ‘that’s something else you’re picking up on.’
but he gives me back my lighter,
softer…
but anyway,
there we all were,
a family group of sorts,
but i’m the only white one
i feel out of place, and
they know i’m not there
for anything
but that
and neither are they
funny how lack,
how desire,
brings us together
at a place like glue bag bench
we see each other’s faces
eyes
hands
those things we never would
just passing by, barely a glance,
forgotten.
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Stephen Tee c 2008
the downward spiral bids me
walk on me
i keep going through the first wisps of unease and suspicion
onward, onward to distrust and depression
past old wounds of betrayal and
hold no-one’s hand in the fields of resentment and disbelief
feeling the place of Love Gone Wrong
until i am broken,
beaten,
and must admit
that this is the way things really are
without hope of salvation
this is who i really am,
who you really are,
this is the way the world really is,
and no grace from an unrepentant god
can undo the truth
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Stephen Tee c 2008
