hiccup
1
To be a woman
You need the following items,
Keep them on you at all times
A purse
some nail varnish
the toiletries
a nice frock
maybe a whily smile
you need
the curves
the lilting laughter
the quaint manner of speech
Ana a sharp pair of nails
In case you are questioned
and held to account
in the courts
by others
ultra feminists
dykes
To be a woman
Some say
I needed a man
I say
The man needs me
The lipstick in my purse
The scent on my neck
My skirt
my charming tinkering laughter
His mother cooking recipies that i care not for.
They were his.
he needed me like air.
The only thing I needed
like a cirlcle.
like the sun
Like a small God.
I needed him, to need me
hiccup
2
1995
The year of leaves,
the autumnal reds
Greens
Floating browns
up on my skin
"up to your shoulders"
Paki
Soft snow
Heavy rains
Drenched balaclavas
Tangy curries
Drenched hair
Drenched carpets
Smarting slaps
Gobstopers, Big Gob, Fat face
Playdough
The year of hurracanes
and snowmen
Icecream melting
Bicycle riding
"up to the neck"
Conker fights, punches, eyes
Springs of school
Playground laughter
I remember your face
Rosy bright
In your bright clothes, in the blinding days.
Broken glasses
broken doors
Hazey sweeties
and an unmentionable figure
unmentionably absent
lemon loving
A whole year
melted like candyfloss on my toungue
Summerised in 3 quiant inches,and 3 new dresses, a dozen or so pictures and a new friend called Helen
hiccup
3
I want to remember my old age
So I can tell god what it is like
remembering, a rememberance
I guess my old age will be soft and vicious
as i comb my hair
and poke others grandchild
pinch their bones to make my bread.
I want to remember my old age
So that i can know wheither you and me
the one and one
still make the one
or the unfortunate two
i want to remember my old age
by fires
and cats
and lonely saturday
dane winton alikes
I want to remember my old age
so that as I loose my charms
and many graces
i can reminiss back to now and here
and say
"it wasn't so great"
my youth
the broken hearts and crying nights
princesses in towers
and saving knights
I want to remember my old age
so I can apply it back to today
and tell myself calmly
and quietly
that I never needed a Prince
shining
in borrowed armour
all I needed was a ladder
so that unlike rupunzel
I could help myself
get a haircut
and calmly
climb out.
hiccup
4
circles
suns
oranges
dames misty glasses
rings
binding contracts
mothers with their
round chappatis
and oval faces
the round saucers of tea parades
round luddos
eyes when I think of you
the biggest roundest most perfect circle
I imagined you're mouth to be
When i whispered
that perhaps
amoungst the obtuse geometry
and actute fights
I'd fallen maybe
in a perfect tumble
alikened to allanis
"head over feet"
frustrating Circular logic
of maybe nots
and never to bes
repetative dreams
and unfortunate
heart breaking shapes
ironic, cutting perpendicular crosses
hiccup
5
forget lenghts of unfortunately mundane threads
How direct
i ask
is an arrow?
willam tells shot
whet straight
and cut
the apple glistening open
Dribbling juice I wonder
cupid claims to be breathtaking tricks
with his
godly blessed
sticks
but me
whenever i throw at you
mesages in bottles
hitten in poetry
or
a silence
they slip slide over
gymnastics that awe inspire me
and boomerang back
hiccup
6
punching words
kicking words
words like frank bruno
loving words
possesive words
Rose handcuffs
simple words
relatively straight forward
puzzling sentiments
hidden in 3 letters
capturing words
heart seizing words
words taht stop the world
I do
“I want to remember my old age” brilliant .Also loved the second last one.
hiccup
8
some of them dedicated to 2 good :p
I’ll dedicate some of them to myself- by myself.
oye :roman:
these are the times I thank god for making me a geek
for me no understand the language you speak 
dq : try holding a gun at her, that always works 
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mq, quit stalking the kid. She is all mine.
hiccup, great work..try to get em published.
All the people in this thread know hiccy isnt yours.And Im not stalking her, Im just being there for her.
I already gave her my valuable advice.:o
hiccup
14
I am,
Like ice
am cold
like
frozen chips
do not thaw me, i become
soggy and
yuck.
spit
gross.
i guess in my iceness am I
most myself,
do not love me
I become
horrendous
and mushy
and clumped
an amalgamation
of fat and water
a models hell.
gross.
At least like ice
I like
myself
although sometimes
the
stick actute, oneness
becomes lonely.
like an old woman
in a crowded room
of
crazed, raving
disotequing youths.
ouch
my head,
it resonates with your warm glowing
Drug induced
Stuporfied
happy smiling.
ouch
hiccup
15
I find it rather blasphemous to writers
this writing in a cobbled style
like a dodgy road
or
to me
a plagurised koran
I write because I can not
not write
like I breathe
becasue
I cannot not breathe
hiccup
16
Orange peel
Like an onion, we peel
and shed your skin
your flesh underneath
in layers of white bone
and orange muscle
stripped
you are beautiful in the nude
Your orange peel useless
discarded
like apple cores
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17
You are my umbilical cord
to here.
I think once,
I wrote my name
In water painting.
It was me that painting
Now fading
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18
Rubbish like words
often has its uses
as an SOS or a recycled
shoe.
In an Oxfam shop
full of specific cultural references
in a new age existance where
SOS is something from a
boys magazine
and a helping hand
something you grow
like
an extra limb
In the place of mortality.
hiccup
19
Ouch
It hurts
like the shining glare of perfect
suns
you are perfect like a rose
and lillies
you smell
devine
you are a god
of minisule things
nots roys small things
but smaller things
things which only feel alive
through other poeples
imagined lives.
the smallest of things
No, not a rose
you are a god of roses
hiccup
20
I dream of life through my words
words which you bring to life
with your words