Mostly live in their head.Have very little sense therelet alone killer instincton how to get anywhere. To be fair,luck not often on their side.Try so hard with fingers crossedtheir index knuckle is thread bareand all feeling in their middle finger is lost. It’s a sad fact of life,some just don’t get the breaks.Wasting time timing …
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The Birthday Season
The Birthday Season is upon us.One more birthday suit on the line.With a happy return ticket, hop on the buswhere double decker friends pour on like wine. Mums going into labour.You’re our heroines for bringing us here.When you leave us, we miss you foreverand with our dads lift a glass of beer. It’s another day …
The Suicide Club
The suicide club tried to top themselveswith a note to top the otherslike ‘I probably gave up talking to you lotbefore I could even speak in my cot.’ There were a lot of dark little lines in the archivesSome that died a death and some that came alive. Every week they met to pull off …
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 …
extract from ‘Conix – a story for grown up children’
Tall TalesWhen Amy Winehouse died, Conix was distraught with grief. ‘I was with her a few days ago, and she seemed fine.’ This was typical of him. Making out he’d been anywhere of importance when news broke. When questioned about how he could have possibly been with her, he looked up from his tears in …
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Cormorants
Greeting cormorants as I kayak pastI make seagull noises not knowing theirs.They look at me with distainwary of this weird paddling thing that stares. They nest on the rock faceunder a white moon and a pink sky.Fish fleet-jump up in a sea-skimming racethat they do in seconds as they fly. The sea as heavy as …
Not for Nothing
I’m unpacking the bags from under my eyesAnd had a good night’s sleep, thank you.I hardly ever used to remember my dreamsBut, now and again, now I do. I’ve not always had my best interests at heart.I often wonder whether I ever knew.Not learnt lessons by saying sorry quite a few timesEven though I was …
Day of disappointments
The birds are back in the squareand my flat cat would love to attack for a dareas they swoop from the skies to the tree.But he’d find it nigh on impossible to be fairto make any kind of capture or kill in his laireven if out on the streets. No chance of doing his devilry. …
Messy Divorce
Blood and guts over a solicitor’s quill.Skeletons in the cupboard in for the kill.Eyes in dark mirrors.Theirs staring socketed together at each other.
