drunk poem
 

the edge of you was the other side of me
a flat pallet knife, cutting the masking tape
to make my dreams unbound
and i kept saying dreams
dont mean anything, and you
wore glasses with no perscription
just a fashion thing
so I didnt go for that job
So I havent lost much weight this week
I guess I havent really got back into playing football
Just a bit of five a side
I never made a wall
And kept you behind it
I never tied your hands
To the heating pipes
I never kiss windows, even when it rains
You read the Dan Brown novels
Like I didnt know
That Jesus was called Rabbi
And this meant he had a wife
You lecture me about the Bible
And dont even know the name of Jesus' brother
James
And you used to kiss my wrists
unthinkingly
I cant say what it means
How it feels
Except the absence of you
Makes me less happy
That I used to be

Was that a theme, or did you WRITE that while you where drunk? hehe nice.