Send away for a bullet proof gloveto catch every bullet, yeah.Turn every head, yeahand fall in love, yeah. Somersault underwaterand walk in a straight line, yeah.Turn back the clock, yeahand wind it forward to skip bad times, yeah. Subscribe to a new club.Blush and get a buzz, yeah.Get discovered and make loads of money, yeah.Disappear …
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On the Top Deck of a Local Double-Decker Bus
For about every day, every week, every morninghe hoped she would be there at the bus stop, yawning.Sometimes she was and sometimes was notwhile winter joggers just limbo jogged on the spot. Roundabout a high-profile Royal Wedding proposal,as to press they rushed,there he was, all alone, when up the stairs she came.Golden chance! She smiled …
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About Time
All-seeing blind men and womendon’t need eyes to see.Visionaries have a braille-finger crystal ball-point penand contact lenses for free. Love is so simple if you don’t look too far.Everyone looks to the sky to spot that sugar-coated starbut in this chocolate-flaky galaxyyou can melt a heart by just singing to a first-floor balcony. Please hold …
End up going with madness like that and you end up going mad
Inheritance and repentance and putting up fences,the farmers and harmers wrote their therefores and sentences.When the cows came home, bull’s blood would flowand pop-panal pundits would throw coins into the sheep-dip, and dip their hooves and paws into the market.Chauffeurs, for their stars, would wallow in itas bird tables would get auctioned off as rare …
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My Funeral Arrangements
I If by natural causes First of all, don’t wear black.Have an egg and spoon race, or a race in a sack.Get together on the coast (near the countryside) somewhere at your convenience.Anywhere will do; a seagull residence. ‘A Day in the Life’ is the song for me, but play what you like.Peddle what you …
Tuck Shop
Queuing up for a snackit takes me backback to the end of the queueand everything I would still might well can’t do.
My Cup of Tea
Vittorio Emanuele II turns in his graveat the right royal turnout of riff-raff on his ‘corso’.A fashion designer’s funeral collection is all the rageas celebrity paparazzi police ferret out paparazzi lying low. Obituary page bound,a favourite 60’s Britpop star has just popped his clogs;His life was mostly ups crossed by one terrible down.Your average got …
On Its Own/Whistlestop Plumbridge
On Its Own I woke up to flashes of what I’d dreamt.They were flashes I fell asleep to in my head.I woke up to flashes of what I’d dreamt of that night.Flashes I’d fallen asleep to, snuffing out the candlelight. You can have success and failure in publicand a failure in private and all alone.It …
1980
State school came to its compulsory conclusion that summeras I took my ‘O’ Levels and CSEs.Apart from a U in Biology, anatomically a bummer,my grades weren’t bad; a B in History,passes in Maths, French and English Lit,A CSE grade 1 in French (encore!)and another in what was civilly called Citizenship.Grade 2 in Photography, a 3 …
Televisionary
He wanted it bigin media-ocrity.Head-on as a wigand tastefully ugly. All the presentershad to be fakes.Laboratory inventorswould give‘em their breaks. It had to be global.They all had to buy it.Dishes could be localbut cloned viewers would sit. It would be his brain-child.No need for any grey matter.As long as they all smiledand got on with …
