Poems of Fear and Desire

By Robert Warrington

This is the first e-book collection by the British poet, playwright and singer-songwriter. Partly a tribute to Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience and partly autobiographical, it contains over fifty poems. Written with passion and precision, and sometimes blackly comic, many of Warrington's key themes are here, including unrequited love and lust. Those familiar with the songs or spoken word will recognize the tough but tender and complicated voice in this collection. For others, this is a good place to start.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Warrington
• Release date: Feb 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311926180

Robert Warrington

Writer in flux. UK based. I am currently revamping my old website for smartphone and converting my back catalogue into e-book formats so please bear with me while I find my feet.Poems of Fear and Desire is now available for download at Smashwords. I will make further titles available and supply more information and hyperlinks as soon as possible.

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Post-Grad Blues

Here I am living my life of quiet English desperation

up in the Welsh mountains

Here I am supposedly taking a vocational course at last

Here I am hoping this will mean I can finally get a proper job

and become a useful member of society

Here I am knowing this plan is flawed

Here I am waiting for her to get back to me

Here I am listening to the insane rain

Here I am waiting for my father to die

The Bed Opposite

At least the sickness has stopped.

He hasn’t used the bucket for weeks.

Except for when the priest said the Last Rights

to the man in the bed opposite.

Cosh Boy

My thoughts are waiting in my room

Gathering in the grinning gloom

Ganging up in the library

Knuckle-cracking, waiting for me

My thoughts are waiting to do their worst

Wherever I go they go there first

My thoughts are lurking in the bushes

With sniggering clubs and smirking coshes

New Account

The boiling bank bulged with queues,

swelled by new students setting up accounts.

I’m one. The girl in white tights

could be another. It’s hard to tell.

She looked Chinese and had the air

of a starlet in a Hong Kong movie.

She crosses