Our hosts face their greatest challenge to date, writing a sincere piece on the theme of canine extra shagging. Never one to shirk a challenge, they grit their teeth, rise to the challenge, and other euphemisms. This week also features a piece by listener David Grumball.
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I can be heartless
Torn up, tearing
I’d take out my displeasure
On your fat behind.
Safe, that the feeling is mutual
That the mortar is working the pestle, equally.
We’re just the same at this point, performing
To provide empty fulfilment.
When that euphoric crest
Breaks, and tumbles.
It feels natural.
Did our grandparents stray.
I like to think they never looked
at anyone else but they were only human.
They were not always as I knew them.
Settled like tall ships in a harbour.
I would not like to think
That I would think different
If I knew those ships sailed apart
or found second wind.
If those old dogs went sea
and taught themselves new tricks.
I'm low to the ground as I look around
I don't look at detail. I work in colours.
Cool blue and soothing green make me relax
After the grey I face everyday.
But then I see a deep, warm red
My breath quickens
I'm not close enough
But as I move near the colour fades
I'm blinded by the bright white light of love
LISTENER: DAVID GRUMBALL
If I spend time with you I get this warm glow
lying in the grass pointing out ufos
I think everyone gets it from someone they love
at 2pm in the park baseball to glove
"you're an idiot" I say, inbeweeen fits of laughter
you sit up and fade away looking back at a disaster
"those were the last words he said,
as I lay in that bed"
"Looking back on it I guess it wasn't meant to be"
for the fouth time the gravity
of a six year relationship turning into happily married now replaced with a cavity
Looking up into caring eyes
the world just flys by
everything beginning to shake as tears form
like waterfalls pouring from an earthquake from terrified terriforming
terrified that every relationship might slip from one
one sip too much
from the hate
maybe instead of people saying it's not meant to be
it should be
just for me
cut the fat off
keep the fat on
let me change my mind
and sometimes be wrong
I'm sorry I did what I did
I know there's no going back
but knowing the pain that there is now
I'll take the flak
You're angry from work
you don't have to sit with me
I know we're both busy
but can you PLEASE..
Around the park
and snap her back into reality
"Hey are you ok?
I'm here for you.”