In the square, people hang out,while others that live there hang out their underwear.Rosaries do too and won’t go away, as blasphemous customers eat outwhile others, strung out. drink in the square. In the square, children run amok, mocking parentswho try to shout louder than them with something like ‘You dare!’While owners, barking up the …
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In death
No-one left alivethinks they should’ve died.They grieve everything they leavehaving to face they’re a dying race.But without a trace, they don’t disappear.They’re just not here.
My Flat
My flat’s in a small little piazzawhere bars and restaurants have made it the ‘in’ place.There’s a big palm tree surrounded bywindows and shutters and balconies, with pavement stones at its base. The living room is the best room‘cos it overlooks the square.It lets in the outside world; shelves its books, catalogues its records.tables its …
Second Guessing
New collection just published called ‘Second Guessing.’ It’s up in the menu along with other collections/pages. All poems written this year, and collages so fresh they’re still drying!
Rock’n’Roll Cat
Got a lot to learn.Got bridges to burn.Got a dream to get away.Got waking dreams that stay. Got days that last forever.Got a life never ever after.Got medicine under a mattress.Got a treasure hunt at the chemist’s. Got a discount on something free.Got a detox kit for being happy.Got an escape plan with no exit.Got …
In the Park
Birds gossip about weekend strollerstwittering and ridiculing panting joggers.Olympic-faced kids whizz round on their tricyclesand monk-faced bellringers meditate on bicycles. Lesser-spotted warbling hermits get ticked offby ‘I-Spy’ book-carrying hermit spotters with binocular eyeswhile ear-phone music-listening loners chat with mallard duckswho tilt their heads with my-oh-mys. Grass grows a millimetre a minute for hallucinogenic catsand dogs, …
Johnny Minimal
Johnny Minimalnever went over the top.He only went to waragainst unnecessary need. He kept everything under controland kept it all bottled in.A cork in his mouth;He was a man of very few words. He gave his love in small doses.Just enough to keep her going.He never whispered sweet nothings‘Cos nothing sugary was sweet to him. …
Her Necklaces
She wears purple and pearlEmerald green; a girlWho hangs with the worldWrapped round her neck. Years after she was bornIn her will she’s swornNever to compromise or pawnThe weight round her neck. As the accused play for sympathyAnd the victim acts guiltilyHer matchmaker stares criticallyAt the stones round her neck. Song written by JDG, guitar …
Xmas Special
Pouring out this year’s Xmas Speciallifting up glasses to read this year’s nominationsin rhyming alphabetical orderLet’s do the do, you the you. The list was too longso let’s cut to the quick.Pour that Xmas Special, Normand we’ll write the list in no time, give us me specs. The family, the friends.The Christmases past that forever …
You Tubers (The World’s your Oyster Card)
Clock hands jump hours like feet.No one keeps up with time flying.Buskers grab pennies droppingand I’m just wondering whying. Fall asleep and wake up to another daycos that’s the beauty of being here.Just hoping tomorrow will staylong enough to keep hearts beating, very dear. Been on holiday and away from workwhich is what it’s all …
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A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 