More Bad Poetry

It has to be said that things haven't improved for me in the weeks since Swallow's last excursion into the realms of unbelievably piss-poor poesy. My life has become a guy joke, as in, did you hear the one about the guy who was so in touch with his feelings that it took him three months after splitting up with his girlfriend to ring and tell her that he was hurt and angry. And cry.

Anyway. Not only am I still in the mood to inflict appalling poetastery on the world, but - oh hubris! - my output has decreased so much that there really is only one instance of it this month (month?) to show you, to wit:

lonely farts column

lazy love and dodgy logic sticky icky treacle
binding us together then
now keeping us apart
you would be surprised what i can justify now without trying
everything is easy when you have a broken heart

(emotional cripple seeks goddess)

tired all the time so nothing new there sticky treacle
never make the effort any more
i couldn't start
easy answer hard to follow leave it to the reader
to decipher as an exercise
i'm lonely as a fart

(jewish guy who doesn't like jewish women
seeks jewish woman who doesn't like jewish men
for lifelong argument and bickering)

sticky treacle runny honey colder now the spring is here
call your empty number but it doesn't seem to ring
there are no excuses for my bare-faced bearded rambling
any more
and yet i seem to need to tell you everything

(guy, recently dumped,
seeks woman, similiar,
for transitional relationship)

still...