The Hitman
It was an accident waiting to happen, although it hadn’t happened yet.
The kerbstone had shattered and it just needed one person who wasn’t looking where they were going. But everyone seemed to be looking where they were going. Especially the postman, who would comment on the kerbstone whenever he avoided it.
The severed foot of a small bird lay in the gutter near the kerbstone amongst the l...
Thursday 7th April 2016 5:22 pm
They
They made too much brown bread so they had to find a way of getting rid of it. They told us that brown bread was good for you. A lot better than white bread which they said was now pretty bad stuff. Of course white bread was fine when they were making too much of it. It’s a bit like that shortage of cigarettes they are trying to deal with by telling us all that they are killing us.
The kids ar...
Wednesday 30th March 2016 10:37 am
I came upon a car boot sale
Hung-over couples worship and mutter
At the church of dusty clutter
Stewards tend a colourful crop
Of family tailgates opened up
These Sunday ritual strolls expand
Across this green and pleasant land
Once loved treasures much the same,
That Christmas when we played that game
The provenance of each orphaned chattel,
Revealed in the bartering penny...
Monday 28th March 2016 2:58 pm
Lest I forget
We were born into a tribal space,
A cotton damp and smoky place,
And love smiled upon our struggling cries,
Harsh cold brought warm tears to eyes
Parents they were hard and kind,
Said life was an uphill grind,
So take whatever love you find
So we held each other by the hand,
As Beltane night on Lamas Lands,
We jumped the fire and you became my wife,
All thos...
Tuesday 8th March 2016 10:18 am
That Whitsun when I walked
That Whitsun when I walked
For what seemed like miles,
In holy vestments, crew cut fresh,
New shoe blisters marking my passion
Cubs, Brownies, Scouts and Guides
And scrubbed up angels,
All that life dirt swilled away
Just for one day you see my babies as God intended
We walked the witness passed packed pubs,
Our fresh from the shops new clothes
Not yet ...
Sunday 6th March 2016 11:41 am
Tiny bird
There’s a tiny bird that visits my yard,
She wakes me with her song that greets the dawn,
Bathing in rain water puddles,
Pecking at the gifts of bread
Another winter survived in her solitude,
She doesn’t fly like others to warmer climbs
But faces all the challenges
That this place presents
Many hungry years past of noisy nests,
Now only egg shell fragments left...
Sunday 6th March 2016 11:34 am
My dad
My dad
A seven o’clock Saturday sixties sofa
Wrapped in a dressing gown and slippers against the window ice,
The sun presents its crown but the day has not yet begun.
Clearing yesterday’s white and grey grate
The dust hangs heavy in the air,
Caught in the yellow lamplight piercing through the gap in the curtains.
Rolled up print, kindling and coal
A smal...
Friday 4th March 2016 9:53 am
The express bus
It’s the express bus, like the express train,
It doesn’t stop at every stop, just every other stop,
A one way ticket to technology town
For all us texting , tweeting, technology twats.
The express bus gets you there faster,
Faster faster Facebook friends
Fall in love with successful cyber self
Coz I’ve buried my authenticity
Your perfect on the top deck
With yo...
Thursday 3rd March 2016 3:43 pm
A common language
Woo, woo let’s go,
Hey, hey, hey
Aerobics on Pier 1,
Not on the sidewok,
You sit and eat your big bureedo
I can’t do this right now
Like, I’ve gotta see my therapist,
I’m on the sidewok right now,
Eating my big bureedo on the sidewok
With all that land of the free, home of the brave
Madness, fear, eyes closed pretend end
If you really close your eyes tigh...
Sunday 28th February 2016 12:41 pm
Love your life scar
Look in the mirror
And love this life scar,
Open your eyes with your heart
And love this life scar
The infant fall from three-foot wall,
And raised white ridge across the knee,
That adolescent punch that broke your pride
And shattered nostril and lip
The panic signature right side of groin,
They always say,
“They nearly burst”
Then remembered salty Blackp...
Sunday 28th February 2016 12:33 pm
Brief encounter
It must carry on the air,
A touch, a suggested embrace,
Gentle, not seen, but questioning
Testing, Yes I did but no I didn’t mean but I did?
That I question myself at all, first or last
She already matters to me
Then she held my hand in both of hers,
A gentle touch in the back of the car,
Unbuckled she turned towards me
And we kissed full on lips,
I sensed an int...
Sunday 28th February 2016 12:31 pm
The things the fuck my head
Contrived laughter and seasonal cheer,
Turns all nasty with a belly full of bear,
Teenage hormones stupid and loud,
Shut the fuck up make your parents proud.
Little boy’s body in a holiday sea,
Near the hotel where we had our tea,
Fake profundity, trying to be funny,
I gave you my time now give us your money.
Princess Di reactions to a sad event,
Crocodile tear...
Sunday 28th February 2016 12:27 pm
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