I
You shine bright alright –
But it’s a cold and languid light;
A bit like moonlight,
But not quite right.
At least the moon has a purpose –
You’re just shite.
II
I would have given you my last penny
But the hole in your soul
Swallowed it whole;
I watched my penny roll –
And when the penny dropped,
I didn’t win a prize –
Just a cold and lifeless stare
From your antipodal eyes.
III
I tried to take a photograph
Of you and I together –
A memory I could treasure
Forever and ever.
But when I took the film to be developed,
The image was corrupted;
And I was left out on a limb
With no sign of him.
IV
I fell in love with Nosferatu.
“O, really? Did it happen to you, too?
Listen: if you want to kill him,
Don’t use silver bullets,
A crucifix,
Or wooden stake;
Don’t use garlic,
That’d be a mistake;
You can try holy water
But if you ask me, you really ought to
Look right through him
Like he’s nowt but thin air –
Monsters can’t hurt you
If you pretend they’re not there.”
V
Take me to the fairground, love –
I know it’s kinda tacky,
But underneath this staid persona,
I’m something of a gypsy.
I want to wear a fiery dress
And flowers in my hair.
I want to kiss your eyelids
And touch you everywhere.
Don’t be angry with me –
I’m really just an overgrown child;
And, though I’m acting tame now,
Believe me, I’m still wild.
VI
Take me away in your one-man travelling show –
I want to know where all the lonely, broken-hearted people go.
I’ll be your sexy sidekick –
I’ll help you draw your victims in.
Remind me:
Twenty-years’ younger?
Boyish?
And slim?
Anything else I might have missed?
Ahh, that’s right!
The disappearing act
Comes right after you’ve kissed!
VII
Wait!
Wait!
I thought you were going to take me with you!
It’s only the beginning.
I’ve got so much to give you.
O, well!
Goodbye…
Good luck…
I guess this is the end…
But I’ve still got my ruby slippers –
And a room-full of proper friends.