A little light relief^*

I get fixated
asphyxiated
Over you
(or someone like you)

...so I’m waiting for the phone to ring
the door to knock
the car to come
YOUR FORM TO APPEAR
I’m wondering what you’re doing now
And who with
(and why not with me)

I TELL MYSELF to deeply breathe
Relax,
and live your life
I tell myself to think of something else
to stop descending that mental whirl
To smell The Roses

I smile and laugh, with you
At me,
my foolish self
I growl and stamp and snarl
One thought:
I bet you’re not alone

Maybe you’re groaning now, softly moaning now
Or maybe it’s idle banter
or friendly chatter
gentle laughter
Maybe you, have thoughts too, of another
But I know
fixatedly so
that - you’re - not - thinking - of - me
Are you?

Poem 666

Queen Bitch
You aint seen
nothin Sis
For I'm the King,
the QB of this dome main

Where are you
first thing?

I... wake with Him;
taunt Him morning,
noon and night.
Make up stories, I do,
'bout You
Who you with, and
why - you're - not - thinking - of - Him

Your twisted and bitter
refrain?
Disdain!
I got fifty better
in my locker,
locked away

I delve deep
into HisStory
Play out his doomed
scenes once more,
(Just in case he forgets)

You help, oh yes
But you're just part of
an extensive 39-year
cast-list.
...Just a player
But *I* star,
in the mind of
my Master

I know my Man
I haunt and
I taunt,
like no-one else
can
*I'm* the Queen Bitch

I undermine
I talk back
I demean (LIKE A DAEMON!)

I reduce
I traduce

I keep him alive!
Just so I can do it
all over again

I'm the man,
the Pain Body man

At your service...

If you please...
(IF YOU DON'T PLEASE!)

I'm the devil,
if you will
His precious
3 letters
e.g. (?) Oh!

Or try this 4-letter word:
Fear

I know You too...

I know your curse...

(Charmed... I'll
be round Yours soon!)

Mango #5

Mango Moi,
pretentious? Nah!
Precious? Ja!
Self-centred! Da?
Fomented! La (la, la)!
Fermented? Blah (blah, blah)!
Demented? Ga (ga, ga)!

Man go moi?


MORE MANGO

Mama

Kiss my hand;
blow in the air:
Find your Mama!
Find your Mama!

Walk my talk;
goin' nowhere:
Watch me Mama!
Watch me Mama!

Close my eyes;
dryin' my tear:
Whisper 'Mama!'
Whisper 'Mama!'

Beat my chest;
havin' no fear:
Tell your Mama!
Tell your Mama!

Share my smile;
think of You hear:
Wake up Mama!
Wake up Mama!

(Repeat.
Until Mama
wakes up!)

I know Why You Don't Sleep Too Well!

"one day u will wear that tawdry red dress for me"

A throwaway line
that comes back to haunt!
A mess. A revenge of the
'horrible dress'
- "hanged up", but
innocent
of any design crime...

It's 3am
And She sleeps
(at last),
has a dream
(a vision?)
of one silly red dress
and two men!

They're both "stuck on you"
Stuck two (each other)
Squabblin'
at who gets to take
the next turn;
who wears the pink sock;
who wears the red shoe!

What a turn!
(What a bulge!)
A comedy act
- "Dis don't suit!"
A fantasy show
- "Ah, c'mon,
just push your belly in!"

More rapid eye
movement
A frown, and a smile,
a laugh and an ache
(in your tummy)
"What have you done!"
Followed by, a deep sigh

Yes, a sight for sore
(sleepy) eyes. You're dreaming again
Of one silly red dress
and two men.
(Is this why you
don't sleep too well?)
No reply, just a snore!

"Noooooo!": a Bart Simpson scream!
Wake up from the torment!
Throw yerself neath the train!
"Have I lost you yet?
Could I really..."
Yes you have to!
(Wake up from the dream!)

I know...
why you don't
sleep too well!
A marathon jaunt. (Haunt?)
The lil' red dress taunts:
"Now who - is the lady - in this
scenario?"

B - londe

T - rain
journey
through

K - ings
Sutton
You

B - londe
woman
(Whooh!)

F - unky
man
View

R - ed
sweatshirt
Chew

B - lack
coat
Who?

(S - mile
at ya
Boo!)

D - reaming
author
Rue.

What Would You Do?

Blonde, blue-eyes,
brains too
(Fit; healthy; strong)
She's waiting for you; 2pm
What would you do?

She's lying in a hotel bed
Reserved; just for you
No April Fool, oh no!
What would you do?

She's naked nude, just one pink sock
Instructions wait (in Fulham), too
What would you do?

"I am Mr Goat" to the receptionist, says you
What would you do?

Well, what would you do?

What Would You Do? (#2)

A Fulham hotel,
but there's
no reservation,
not even a note
of explanation
Ah, you mean THIS
lil' pink envelope
With its scent of Vanillah,
this dish served cold.
"It's been here all day" -
this note of poison;
saying Dear John, or
"Dear GoatOne"

(But what did I do?)
(How could this be?)
(How could anyone
do this to ME?)

"Are you alright?"
asks the hotel receptionist
(Yeah) I think, but this
Vanillah scent stings!

And the phone doesn't work, or
she isn't answering. So I mumble,
I stumble back home,
via the Tube
Sending calm texts,
now and then,
is all I can do

What would YOU do?
So, what would you do?

Jingle me Bingle

To the Bingley Man.
With the lovely tan.

"Give me the best!"

"Forget the rest!"

On the rocky road
With me Bingley Goat.
Penny for your thought?

Snowman on the Moon
Playing Looney Tune.

"Can't hear you from there."

"Now sing to me here."

Ex - Running

Peace girl
Love girl...

Enjoy your naughty night-time
Go
Wet it
Go fucking sweat it.
"Love for the world,
girl!"
Peace girl
Love girl...

Enjoy your fucking sex life
Go
Get it.
Go fucking get it.
You twist and shout
OUT!
Peace girl
Love girl
(Sorry I can't be there
to share.)

'looks like it's time for some goat juice letting..'

Me?

With or without
(clap)
Do or not do
(skip)
When or when not
(jump)
You or not you
(pause)

Me?

I will still b

(C) 1996-2004 Bingley Goat

(*) NOTES

In the beginning... Well it all started with a startled look, and this poem (A little light relief), and yet another adventure in unrequited love was underway.

What a journey!...

S.


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