Poems – Page 6 – Paul Andrew Sneddon

Lucky One

I thought I was at the end: the end of time,the end of life,the end of the line. But I was at the beginning.You’ve got to start somewhere.I started here, started again, down by the water, the river. I thought I hallucinated myself on the water of the Clyde,on a raft, going into the city.IContinue reading “Lucky One”

Words

I woke up this morning.My head hurt. The room looked a little…There were wordsall over the floor. Were they resting,or were they broken? Were they mineor were they yours? Words I thought could fix thingsmade them worse. I heard them crying last night,or was that you? Pulling the words closer for comfort.But they slipped away,likeContinue reading “Words”

Top Five

I was bored one day. Writing lists:Top 5 songs.Top 5 taxi rides.Top 5 bars.Top 5 boozy nights I can remember… Top 5 places I woke up. At the bar:As the light stole in,Like a thief.Her smiling,We need to get out of here. In her bed:Ayrshire Rain at the window,Our bodies tangled.Under the covers.Never want toContinue reading “Top Five”

44

44 years old.Still growing,Still learning about myself,Still a pain when I have a drink.No doubt.Though it’s been a while,Not long enough.I can still feel the hangoverAcross the weeks and the months.But we are only human,Capable of greatness,Of fucking up,Sometimes in the same breath.Every morning we get up,We’re piling up the days.We hope for another one,Don’tContinue reading “44”

Some Kind of Salvation

I don’t drink.I think about drinking some times.I think about disappearing into the city,Into the night.Into a rock and roll song.The music.The crowd.The passion.Sparks.I’ve been lost.I’ve been a fool.But the music,Is me.AndI am the music.Like a map,Back to myself.A pawn shop guitar man,But a guitar man none the less.Turn up the guitar.Make it loud.ConnectionsLit up.Me.You.Everybody.Together.SometimesContinue reading “Some Kind of Salvation”