I'm Not A Racist, But, and a couple of drabbles
Thought I'd post a video for a change! This is from last week's gig. I'm Not A Racist, But, and a couple of drabbles entitled Host and Fruit.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIDMJsvE9ps
Friday 14th October 2022 10:13 am
Q
It was begging for a flask of tea.
Some friendly grief to ease
competitive tears,
pomp and fallacy,
clip-clopped concrete.
Not another curtsey, criss-cross
2am Catholic duty.
It was dying for some hot and sweet;
warm to whet collective whistle,
char to shuffle,
not like cards,
the Queen of Hearts in Carroll’s hand.
No rabbit, black, plucked from hats
...Tuesday 20th September 2022 9:44 am
Simon Said
Part One
Simon said
Resistance is
futile
measured in
futile meaning
directly proportional to
equal to
futile meme.
And I thought
has he
gotten back to you
got enough money to spend
got a car
feelings for me
a girlfriend
a passport assertive sentence?
Did he really use
birds to send messages
the USS Missouri in Battleship
h...
Friday 9th September 2022 11:17 am
RBF
This
is not
a ‘resting bitch face’.
This
is the face
of a woman who has done a full day’s work.
She’s tired, doesn’t need your little smirks
or daft asides so just be quiet.
After work, she fetched food, made tea,
washed up, watched TV, fell asleep.
Her electricity is steep.
She’s back to Sunday baths,
one day a week to keep clean
with a strip ...
Thursday 26th May 2022 11:45 am
I’d really like to write an angry poem
but I am on the path to spiritual enlightenment.
I am supported, square, girdled by self-care
and the knowledge that the now is ever-present.
I am centred, level, and I never give an inch
to unbalanced or irrational aggression.
But I would really like to write a ranty rhyme.
Perhaps an incandescent ballad, a vicious villanelle,
enraged acrostic or a livid limerick.
...Thursday 3rd March 2022 1:24 pm
Grief
No one could believe that our sun was really gone.
Was it us? Something that we did, or hadn’t done?
We felt numb. Then rage
against the dying of the light.
Facing endless night we tried to conjure it with candlelight,
but tallow only goes a certain way and that’s down.
We fell to the ground in despair
where we stayed, thinking
morning wouldn’t come
so we’d better...
Thursday 3rd February 2022 11:09 am
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