Blue Hotel - Sean Hughes

My stomach feels funny
It's either breakfast or love
both of which are needed
to make a good start to the day
My body feels the size
of a person spotted in the distance
It comprises water, nicotine, vomit,
tubing and little particles which ache
at various points.
And the future highlight being shopping
on the lost love aisle which only makes
room for baskets.
The colourful packaging of those ready
made non-compromising stomach-churning
Plastic spoilt-for-choice vegetarian frozen
snackettes
and we didn't love each other
but we helped each other forget
that life is shit
unfortunately I kept remembering
at the most inopportune moments
but when you see me smiling in the arms of what will
no doubt be connected to a beautiful face
you will know I am very alone.
Is it cold or is it just me.
All of a sudden I realize that the Beatles were terrible.
We can work it out. Indeed.

- Lost Love, Sean Hughes


The lost look is the one I seek not to be found at the usual outlets you have brushed past me in dreams remaining untouched making a mockery of my world the thought of our laid-back cynical depressed togetherness makes me want to jump for joy please come soon I will find you as the sky is about to break that moment when the sun and the rain do battle when the clouds can't settle on a colour where shadows terrorise us insanity rates soar and humans become aware of their insignificance we look upwards for answers realizing things aren't black and white I will find you then we will live in this grey area not happy but aware and we will feel no need to chat about the weather - Entitled, Sean Hughes
	Susan, Emma, Jackie and Beth. Where once there was a flame now there is only a name where once you were my very world now a mere memory. I look to the utter beauty of strangers nameless people waiting to be tagged dreaming of those times ahead hoping you'll be the one who got away. A what could have been, destroyed. A has been seeming fresh. Asking too much from too little. Asking too little from too much. At least I'm still asking. For better or worse are the vows What about indifference. - A Three Hour Wait at an Airport, Sean Hughes
		We met, liked each other and arranged to meet the next day I go to bed alone but happy I awake in the morning with anticipation. I think of the woman at regular intervals, I find myself not looking at other women today My mind races away with romance happy thoughts flicker away, I'm a nicer person. I skip into the future, dreaming of a time when we know each other a time when we lean on each other, together forever perhaps. I arrive punctual, she doesn't turn up. If I see her again I will not bad mouth her, instead I will thank her for giving me several hours of bliss in abyss - Bliss in Abyss, Sean Hughes
My stomach feels funny It's either breakfast or love both of which are needed to make a good start to the day My body feels the size of a person spotted in the distance It comprises water, nicotine, vomit, tubing and little particles which ache at various points. And the future highlight being shopping on the lost love aisle which only makes room for baskets. The colourful packaging of those ready made non-compromising stomach-churning Plastic spoilt-for-choice vegetarian frozen snackettes and we didn't love each other but we helped each other forget that life is shit unfortunately I kept remembering at the most inopportune moments but when you see me smiling in the arms of what will no doubt be connected to a beautiful face you will know I am very alone. Is it cold or is it just me. All of a sudden I realize that the Beatles were terrible. We can work it out. Indeed. - Lost Love, Sean Hughes