He met herAnd when he didHe felt he’d metThe girl of his dreams. It was early days yetBut he wanted herAnd was alreadyScheming his schemes. He was over the moonSick as a parrot;Couldn’t believe his luckBut stressed by the intrigue. One thing he knew;He needed the pointsAnd promotion quick;She was out of his league.
I’m beside myselfMass-producing miniature clones.Papier-màche marionettesThat look just like me. A matching set of gamblers,Gamesters, holding a handful of playing cards.Poker face opposite poker faceI call my bluff. I don’t let on. Fairground mirrors stretchOut-of-shape my figures of fun.With inward-looking in-jokesI mockingly rib myself. By myself; inside my bedroom,Bizarre boredom multiplies.Working on my tiny toysMaking […]
Jealously unjealously thanking unthanking lucky unlucky starsNever got to make it to that revolving earthquake stage of rubble amplifiers and smashed up guitars.Carrying no cash, cooped up in city hotel rooms, the drugs, the sex, marriage breakdowns and rock ‘n’ roll.That’s the life to look up to, down on, know and not know. Then there’s […]
In Romantic TownEveryone’s true.In Romantic TownIt’s easy saying I Love You. In Romantic TownEveryone marries.In Romantic TownThere are flowers and trees. In Romantic TownNothing ends.In Romantic TownYou don’t split up or stay friends. In Romantic TownYou have kids.In Romantic TownLullabies close eyelids. In Romantic TownYou have a soul mate.In Romantic TownThere’s no hate. In Romantic […]
When, as an offspring,You watched Zebedee bounce in,Your Adam’s apple used to be a yo-yoLaughing along to The Basil Brush Show. Now, there’s a generation gap betweenWhat you are and what you’ve been.Although, as an adult,You still take aim with your child’s catapult; When, for example, office bullies in their company tiesPick on you, having […]
The chrisom is placed around my head.The midwife to charm me. The pastor to bless our family bed.Has the wheel turned in my favour?Is happiness foretold by the fortune-teller?My Catholic fingers in font-water.Ale in the alehouse makes better my humours.Poachers and apothecaries rest in the tavern.Drinking, adversities are briefly forgotten.Move the moon towards my sad […]
“Next to mine own shippe I do most loveThat old “shippe” in Exon, a tavern in St. Martin’s Lane.” (Francis Drake, 1587) Sir Francis Drake suppedWith sixteenth century swankAs his naval ship-mates tottered with rum-totsOn oaken floor-boards, walking the plank. I wonder whether he boozed harderAs his Elizabethan world view blurred;Head spinning, he spun the […]
Hunchbacks give hunchback ridesround la fontana dei mattias round the cloisters st francis goes battytalking to birds of the feathered variety. You can easily vanish off the face of the earthwhere you’re lucky to be born with your date of birth;godfearers in umbria in unforeseen troubleget gobbled up by earthquake rubble. Gargoyles at the churchsidecome […]