I come alive on Facebook.Post a few posts so the others can lookand all the better if I get a few likes in.Gives my life meaning. Wish I’d been born in the social media age.Could have been a sharp glossy baby on Instagrambut I belong to an age when it got no quicker than a …
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John the Dodge
Ducking, diving, bobbing, weavingevery day is a slalom course.Wakes up and jumps out the window without leavingas his alarm clock goes off in secret morse. There’s no flies on him as he rots.He peers out in fear from flower pots.Picks a few positive no’s from his noseand plants them wearing bogie green clothes. Love, love, …
Secondary Canteen
The teachers sat on the same table.They had no choice, however undesirable.We always sat next to who we wanted toand budged up if we got next to anyone who had nowhere else to sit or wasn’t itOr had fleas or some social disease.You took your plastic white trayAnd perused the menu of the day; Whatever …
That normally does the trick
Mostly live in their head.Have very little sense therelet alone killer instincton how to get anywhere. To be fair,luck not often on their side.Try so hard with fingers crossedtheir index knuckle is thread bareand all feeling in their middle finger is lost. It’s a sad fact of life,some just don’t get the breaks.Wasting time timing …
The Birthday Season
The Birthday Season is upon us.One more birthday suit on the line.With a happy return ticket, hop on the buswhere double decker friends pour on like wine. Mums going into labour.You’re our heroines for bringing us here.When you leave us, we miss you foreverand with our dads lift a glass of beer. It’s another day …
The Suicide Club
The suicide club tried to top themselveswith a note to top the otherslike ‘I probably gave up talking to you lotbefore I could even speak in my cot.’ There were a lot of dark little lines in the archivesSome that died a death and some that came alive. Every week they met to pull off …
Blinking What?
New collection completed with illustrated poems (and a short story) from latter part of 2020.
England versus Italia
Dedicated to Paolo Rossi who died this week As Geoff Hurst plays a blinder against GermanyThe home fans rub their eyes in disbelief.Italians take their hats off to Paolo RossiAs scoring a hat-trick, he brings Brazil a bit of quarter-final grief. In a World Cup of national stereotypesOnly lager louts and greaseballs qualify;Gazza gets into …
extract from ‘Conix – a story for grown up children’
Tall TalesWhen Amy Winehouse died, Conix was distraught with grief. ‘I was with her a few days ago, and she seemed fine.’ This was typical of him. Making out he’d been anywhere of importance when news broke. When questioned about how he could have possibly been with her, he looked up from his tears in …
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Cormorants
Greeting cormorants as I kayak pastI make seagull noises not knowing theirs.They look at me with distainwary of this weird paddling thing that stares. They nest on the rock faceunder a white moon and a pink sky.Fish fleet-jump up in a sea-skimming racethat they do in seconds as they fly. The sea as heavy as …
