Music purists with a mess in their veinsspew out needle-injected words from their precious brains.Blabbing-about-nothing and soon-to-be forgettable socialitesdodgem-car roll at smoky jokes that waft off to canned laughter into noisy nights. If anything gets heavy,it’s alright ‘cos it’s only temporaryand butterflies in a bellybeep faint signs of life by the hospital’s bedside telly. Into …
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goes without saying
it’s midnight, and if i’m not pissedi don’t think i spoke to anyone today.maybe the odd shopkeeper or tobacconistbut i kept myself mostly out the way.
Out on the Town
On its numerous outings, it’s wreaked havocamong the rest of the field with its zigzagging.Inebriated on its own exuberance, if stuckon the inside, its recklessness in getting itself free can be staggering. Some, indeed, have even called for it to be barred,fearing it could be the harbinger of a 1928 rerun.It’s a sobering thought that …
Around the Country
As bell-ringing staff last orders pourcat-walking workers out on all fourssocialites wear their best social whirland binge-drinkers down their necks as a party piece past the clock and over the hillto a secret hideaway for a thrillwhere check-out girls dressed for the tillhand themselves in to the metropolitan police whose confiscated toys come tumblingover the …
Litmus Test
My new collection ‘Litmus Test’ (containing poems and illustrations from January to June 2021) has been posted and is in the menu.
Alliteration’n’National Anthemology
One of my most military memories I remember is a memorable memorial on Remembrance Day.There were flags unfurled flaunting fighter-jets frolicking overhead with flowery smoke in the fray.Previously primed primary school children with chalk chatted and chomped on their rationed chocolatewith high-flying lowlifes leading lowly folk longing to follow a philosophy, or any old cold …
In My Own Little World
in my own little worldi’m not such a nerd (as i can be)in my own little worldwhat you’d call absurd becomes reality all the girls fall at my feetand pop stars are just people on my streeti don’t want no morewhatever i fancy i click my fingers for in my own little worldi get fame …
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 …
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 …
