[...a fucking love poem...]

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The 8.5.15 of it

The hurt of it
The pain of it
The rage of it
The shame of it

The fear of it
The tears of it
The sneer of it
The 5 more fucking years of it

The blame of it
The inane centrists’s game of it
The, Alex, condescending use of your first name of it
The accountancy of pain of it

The well, quite of it
The genteel Oxbridge slight of it
The well heeled spite of it
The grey hearted delight in thinking you’re sensible and right of it

The don’t assume I’m a fucking liberal of it
The don’t assume I don’t understand it of it
The I get where you’re coming from I just think you’re fucking wrong of it
The inevitable unthinking shortsighted left must move right of it

The friends will be lost of it
The oh well, sunk costs of it
The this is just the start of it
The bloodied bleeding heart of it

The here’s a fucking thought of it
The maybe debate is an empty public school sport of it
The what defines the limits of our political deeds is our shifting subjectivities and needs of it
The so it’s not about the well-respected books you read of it

The centre cannot hold of it
The narratives that grip are those that get repeatedly told of it
The truth is not a part of it
The story that story tells you about yourself is at the heart of it

The technocrat’s delight of it
The see no end in sight of it
The grind, it wears you down of it
The their kind wear the crown of it

The yeah, I’m going to stop talking to you about this now of it
The ever shifting sands of it
The story you tell yourself about where you stand of it
The don’t kid yourself you started of it

The we will need each other of it
The I need you now of it
The where’s our place of care of it
The all love poems are political I hear of it

The racist mug of it
The so privatise love of it
The great in Great Britain of it
The have a fucking kitten of it

The take it all of it
The tear down the walls of it
The burn it all down of it
The let us all drown of it

The when you stand where i stand you’re used to feeling alone of it
The let me learn to be your home of it
The remember, remember desire of it
The fire, the fire, the fire of it.

One Comment

  1. Seymour Hosking
    Posted May 21, 2015 at 7:56 am | Permalink

    Alex – such a powerful evocation of my own feelings

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