Amy Winehouse would have been celebrating her 40th birthday today. I wrote this poem soon after her death in 2011 as part of my ‘Side One’/’Side Two’ collection of the time drawing on my favourite music artists. Of course, I never met her or even saw her perform live, but tried to imagine what she …
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Nirvana feat. Chet Baker – Unplugged
Won’t it end in a lie if truth be told?Gold diggers say that when they don’t find gold.I got a flea-market here that just won’t perform.The sea is so rough they launch a shipwreck for the coming storm.Accountants sack their horses and succinctly bolt for the door.Writers have their feelings, but readers feel it’s all …
The Who – Hippy Horoscopes
You can trust your friends and live togethersharing out what you have forever.The flowers will bloom and you’ll laugh in the heather. They’ll give you your what-will-be(s). The stars will fall around your head,pointing out your words, orange and red.They’ll raise you up, born and bred. Bedtime praying on your knees. Party animals will spill …
Well Well Well and Well
As random as a random turnand heading for a fateI sealed it in an envelopeand second class did wait.And when it came I opened itand whispered out aloud.Well well well and well, said Iwell well well and wellthen thundered out some lighteningand puffed a big grey cloud. Higher than a drama highand playing down to …
The Artist’s Statement
The artist painted them.Then they disappeared.Only the canvas remainedwith the last time they were seen. When called in for questioning,refused to talk.Just painted curtainsas a signed statement. The tabloid headline read‘Serial killer painted them, then curtains.’A court artist drewthe artist after sentencing.
Watching People from a Cafè
Some moonwalk backwards past.Some slow-motion steer.Some upwards beanstalk mast.Some downhill rabbit hole disappear. Some hand in hand.Some distant one-man elastic band.Some three-legged race.Some astronaut-float through space. Some in 14th century rags.Some in 1789 attire.Some in birthday suit bags.Some with hair on fire. Meanwhile as I sit and sip,the rusty wind-up toy cafe box spins.Teacup saucer …
‘but you blew my mind’
Seagulls screech overheadunderstating the depths below.Fleeting bubble meetingsthat burst and go. Spirit buzz energising the soul.Sat with the salt of the earthby the sea on deckchairs with the oldlaughing their heads off at how time flew since get-together births. If you feel like not botheringa cigarette will give you a chance to walk away.I’m off …
Take Care, me ‘andsome
Speaking after the service to the Uffculme gravedigger filling in the grave,he came out with some choice Devon that would have pleased Dave.Like’em say; them with lots of friends die young!200 or so I counted, and all there for one. The bells rang out at St Mary’s at the end, after Dun Ringill by Tull.Bells …
Mr Nonsense
Mr Nonsense talked of nonsensein his nonsense asylum.Talking nonsense, doing nonsensehe got from his nonsense mum.
Pop Star
when it’s lyrics in a silent movie worldtakes them inwhen tuning into soundsis really listening when people talkswitches offwhen has to pay attentionfloats off with a drag and a cough has favouriteswrites off othersmemories are for keepsbut with what just happened hardly bothers selfish as a charity workertrapped as a volunteerstages a downfallputs on a …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 