I got shallows running deep baby

You got no soul
he whip cracks
I must’ve hip moved cos the whip flicked by…
I got no soul?
maybe baby it was worn out
those long summers in the city
falling in love with each pretty woman in a thin summer frock
bathing in my love
as they frothed the pavement.
I got no soul?
could it be the dead end jobs hustling for pennies on the pound
pressing the oiled hydraulic lever to push out just another dark rubber grommet
waiting on people who’d rather I wasn’t there
and sending drinks to the waitresses while I did their job and mine?
I got no soul?
sleeping with women who were too scared of rejection
to tell me in sheet stained nights
that they had feelings other than their body offer for me
scared of their daddies so they burned me instead
scared of their mommies to let go
feel the lust inside
scared of what people might think to make a noise in their love?
I got no soul?
was it walking the dark English night
silent intensity
nowhere to go
call home
hoping for salvation in the next hitched car
to take me somewhere
everywhere
an adventure
anywhere
black emptiness inside never ending despite whichever fag end town I found?
I got no soul?
tight rooms burdened by tired furniture
wallpaper curled sweated walls of loneliness
the bottle
drugs
to ease
and waiting for a new endless day
that might bring a new something to the selfpity stretch
only the swirls of half readable words penned before dawn.
I got no soul?
friend faces I forgot
life stories I heard
of lives so other than mine
wars of love
hate
the mean that we do to each other just because we can
want to
enjoy
maybe baby
I’ve mistaken these deep blues and yeah
just mebbe,
I got no soul.

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