Auspicious stars meeting on Orange Groveprove a self-fulfilling prophesy mum right.Everything falls into place shattering and unearthing a treasure troveas records soar and lovers string each along with relationship kites. If they steal it from you, it must have been worth stealing.On Orange Grove, your bells are peeling.How many times did you play dumband wake …
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The Tears Won’t Work
Gargoyle-tantrum quarrellerssquare up as teeny-weeny warriors;Bawl, bawl, bawlThe tears won’t work. Dumped, and left to rot on the sofaby the biggest dumpster your love could muster;Blubber, blubber, blubberThe tears won’t work. So, you didn’t get promotedbursting with hurt pride and eyes bloated;Snivel, snivel, snivelThe tears won’t work. Whiling away a while in your drawing-pin headnot …
Inheritance
Proud parents smile overlookingtheir children singing back lyrics learnt by heart.Got past mistakes set up for the future selling out and overbookingas kids sign the dotted line to a recording contract that will make them falling rising stars.
Goalless Draw
After a few spills’n’thrillsthe game ended goallesswith flickering frozen action stillsof baggy-shorted 19th century defenders parking the omnibus.
Private joke between me and her
No one but her gets it.No one but her knows what I mean, really.No one but her would laugh in fits.No one but her would I even tell it to, see? Got something special togetheras the world upside down goes on spinning its bad vibes.Keep ourselves raining in bad weather.Keep ourselves keeping it nasty to …
Frosty Morning (1982)
Frosty Morning
Deep-green fields far away,picturesque and framed on a morning-memory day,I’d love to be therebreathing in the dewy air. I’d hypnotically stand as mesmerised as a foggy-faced scarecrowup to my wooden stick ankles in lush-green grass bladeswhere sheep bleat and cows lowbringing me round to duelling crow-cawing echoeswhere my frozen noserefuses to dethaw to frosty wintry …
Octopus Pullover
Wearing your heart on a sleevein your octopus pulloverlike when you grievebecause it’s over. Like when you blurt it out and see it blow away.When instantaneous taxidermy stuffs you for your museums.Like when you wrap up on a winter’s day.When stalactite and stalagmite teeth get iced up in your gums. Like when wearing your armour …
By the Sea
I like walking by the seawith my head in the sand.I like picking up my seashell ears to listen for freeto waves with their timpani drums and starfish band. I like getting away from everyone all aloneto be by myself to see what it means on my own.I like being by the sea in the …
Just another one with my head in the sands of time
I was just another onewho knew it was wrongbut didn’t speak up for what’s rightand slept safely in my bed at night. I was just another one who didn’t actapart for showto get brownie points rackedup on my school report to sleep well on my pillow. When history books gathered dust on my shelvesand history …
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A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 