B.. Alexander


B.. Alexander Poems

1. If My 'Always' Could Be True 2/6/2007
2. Growing Up 2/22/2007
3. Measurement Of Loss 4/16/2007
4. Houdini Song 4/17/2007
5. These Streets... 4/27/2007
6. Nailbaby 5/1/2007
7. Encore 5/25/2007
8. Distance 6/6/2007
9. Love Is Illuminating 7/5/2007
10. Our Reunion 7/5/2007
11. Hanging Up 7/5/2007
12. Keep The Words In Your Mouth 7/5/2007
13. Pour The Water (And I'Ll Make The Tea) 7/5/2007
14. More Tales Of Dangerous Times 7/13/2007
15. The Desert 7/13/2007
16. Wasteland 7/23/2007
17. Out Of Sync 7/23/2007
18. The Dentist 7/23/2007
19. Sleeping Dogs 7/23/2007
20. I'M Lying Where We Lay 9/1/2007
21. Shower 12/15/2007
22. Things 12/31/2007
23. The Easy Answer 12/31/2007
24. Vessel Thirst 12/31/2007
25. Exes 1/4/2008
26. The Cold Sea 1/4/2008
27. Gravity Of Thought 1/10/2008
28. Gravity Of Guilt 1/10/2008
29. Sailing On Firewater 1/10/2008
30. Then We Will Arise 1/14/2008
31. Haunted Of Winter 1/15/2008
32. Shadows Climb In My Cold Room 4/24/2007
33. The Hard Sell 7/23/2007
34. Summer 7/23/2007
35. Vulpecula 1/28/2008
36. Sea; Keep Your Secrets 2/20/2008
37. Hurt 2/22/2008
38. Head Down, Think Small 2/23/2008
39. Talks In The Red Room 3/7/2008
40. Return To America 3/17/2008
Best Poem of B.. Alexander

Crying In Your Wedding Dress

The roads always run wet this time of year
Not with rain - with tears
Crying in your wedding dress
Tearing your hair out

The park was always freezing-over around now
Not with winter - with the pain
Of pulling off your ring
Screaming your lungs out

You wore that dress for 16 hours
You wore it too long
You wore it when you arrived
And you wore it when you woke up
I wore my invisible jacket
My invisible trousers
My invisible smile
All day
On our wedding day

The prototype for this event
The blueprint of this heart-ache
Is ...

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Growing Up

So once again I'm fighting the duplicity in me
Once again I'm struggling, trying only to see
That if I close my eyes then I'll always have you
A girl that I can love, not just a body to 'do'

No, this year I didn't get to write on my birthday
But it's a blessing, as I've nothing sad to say
I woke up in your arms and wressled you softly
Then we chose a pub and a film to go and see

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