About to go back to a torrential rain a month after 33 years agowondering why stereotypical summers didn’t last as long as autumns on a tincoastal birds swirl over cliffs down-beating down to earth in a pantomime showwith a why don’t they give me credit for doing what they wanted me to before it ended …
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Wood Pigeon
Sitting in my summer garden of an afternoonand feeling safe in my middle class mother mountain father cocoon,I daydreamed with the lawn mownand all my neighbours a silver jubilee clone. Long long later and of an afterand, once again, passed by for the Nobel prize for Literaturethere I sat in a garden, daydreaminglistening to the …
Afternoon Busking Away
Passer-by footsteps are a beatwhile printed lyrics, straight out of a songbook,flutter on nearby window curtains over a paper street. Couples hand in hand talk of fingers in a piewhile babies in their prams deafen sighing parents as they bawl and cry.A hat on the pavement coins a musical refrain,but market forces won’t change till …
Last Orders
Drunken words stagger out through saloon door mouthsand the world in the long-term is not where I would want to live.I spout off a load of nonsense my predecessors would be proud ofbut they have nothing left to give. Have you ever wanted to go back to who you were?Got sick to death of those …
Sat on my park bench
A bright brisk breeze turns leaves clockwiseas a glimpse of a blackbird darts out of sightwith its alarm bell beak sounding the alarmfor catnapping cats to wake up for their bag lady’s daily bag o’ biscuits. Criminal chancing it hooded crows,always on their toes for a free meal steal,pick a nick from under a dozy …
and everyone
everyone lies and everyone gets upeveryone hides and everyoneeveryone keeps secrets and everyoneeveryone betraysand everyoneeveryone serves everyone on runny treacle traysand everyone everyone stabs everyone in the backand everyoneeveryone gets railroaded off trackand everyoneeveryone has rageand everyoneeveryone dribbles in their shallow bib graveand everyone
How Housecats Birthday Party
They sleep through most of it.Their birthday a day of sleepThey drink water a bitand jump on cat biscuit buffet tables in one leap. They like routineand party guests are no different.They’ve already beenand habitually went. Birthday cats are too cool to know how old they are.What do they care?They know they’re immortal and got …
Every Moment
Every moment makes me think of a minutewhen any one of them might have changed in sixty seconds.If I was never good enough that’s too bad.If happiness never made it, that’s sad. Evenings that went pear-shaped in a moment.Days that could have been saved if nights hadn’t left them for dead.I never said anything I …
Hairspirations
Got to get my hair cut soonand (like always) want John Lennon’s haircut on Top of the Pops in 1970 as Yoko knitted to the tune. I’ve got the hair but not got the hairdresser.When I say ‘short’, they just get out their shaverand start shaving as I sit silently ranting and raving. Anyone know …
The Sleepy Queeny
She would nod off during anythinghowever important.The coronation of the king,a garden party or any diplomatic event. the opening of parliament,a war commemorationa royal visit to disaster victims, touching and poignanta Christmas mass or national celebration, a cup final at Wembley,a royal palladium performance,a documentary on TV,a royal tour on some far off continent. She’d …
