Paul Haworth

WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT
IT'S WAR
I'M AT WAR WITH MYSELF
ONE OF THOSE
    OR ELSE
    OR ELSE
    OR ELSE WHAT
IF WE STOP POINTING GUNS AT ANYTHING THAT MOVES
SEE WHAT WE LOSE
SEE WHAT WE LOSE
SO I CHOOSE
NOT TO LISTEN TO WHO TODAY IT IS WE'RE HATING
WHO WAS ALWAYS MY FRIEND
    PLAYING HEARTS
    PLAYING GODS
    PLAYING LET'S PRETEND
HISTORY BOOKS: FORGOTTEN AND BURNT
WHO EARNS IT
AND WHO DESERVES IT
A LIFE STRIPPED OF LOVE
THAT'S A PRETTY POOR INHERITANCE
BUT END-OF-DAYERS
ARE NOT CREATORS
OF LIFE
OF LIFE
OF ARE WE READING THE PAGES OR WRITING THE PAGES?

PAUL HAWORTH

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ALONE, DESPERATE AND GOING NOWHERE

THE VESTIGIAL EMOTION

THE HONEST TRUTH

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I'M SAD
LIKE THE MAD
WINTERS
THAT BREAK
HEARTS
FIGURE EIGHTS
ALL SHAPES
PERFECT
YOU WISH THEY WOULD NEVER CHANGE
CHANGE IS IN THE AIR FOR US ALL
AND WHAT'S A +1
NOW YOU'VE GONE
AND LEFT THE CITY WHERE WE MET
TIME ADDS UP SO YOU FORGET
WHY WE WERE EVEN FRIENDS TO BEGIN WITH
THAT'S WHY I FOUND MY OLD DIARY
AND BEGAN TO READ
(ALL FACT, NO FEELING)
I GOT TO THE PAGE

WHAT DID IT SAY?

JUST SEVENTEEN
AND YOU KNOW EVERYTHING
IN THESE GRAND NARRATIVES
NOTHING IS FORBIDDEN