When you’re at your all-time lowyou want to look cool.No longer need to worry about what you don’t understand or know‘cos you’re no longer at school. Swallow the keys to your cell to hide them.Then throw them up to get out.Worry about where and whenbut who to avoid is what it’s really about.
Songs that get in your head foreverpop in from time to time like family and old friends.You know you won’t be leaving anything of any worth behindbut it’ll have been worth it when it ends.
at 7.34 he stepped outat 7.34 he closed the door behind himat 7.43 he stubbed out a fag and bought a newspaperat 8.08 and 20 seconds, he left the cafeat 9.09 and 3 seconds, he was snapped smiling on the street.
a little plug (number 15); https://blog.feedspot.com/poetry_blogs/ *first three lines of every verse are from my primary school reports. John has worked well throughout the yearAlthough he tends to dream at times.Often puzzled by new ideas,His poems, occasionally, lack acceptable rhymes. He is beginning to come out of his shellAnd this is mirrored by his general […]
People are gate-crashingthe politicians’ world partycracking open crates of aleand raiding refineries for gallons of oil. No one knows what fate awaitsthe fleeing President of the Big United Matesbut it is believed, doing a bunk,he may be in a bunker. Ordinary people, in so many words,have told leaders they’re a bunch of nerds.No one knows […]
No-one has time to grieve.Not even the bereaved.The cortege, heavily, low-gears the slopeBut it’s all to quick for the followers to cope.- Your death came as one of those shocks.It will always be the hardest of knocks.Your funeral on that sunshiny dayWas out the blue. Take care on your way. You were there as you […]
Round the corner there may be someone or somethingwith your life in its slingand something in for you.Keep still, and only move if you have to. Along a road a wall is highand behind it danger may lie.
Morning mourners come to terms with their birth.Toddlers clamber up shoes piled up in the corner of the room;Start school, risk getting into trouble or not, do their homework,and love most things that go crack, bang and boom. Later and well before, flower bulbs are lobbed into the sea.Seeds rain down on seaworthy upside-down roofs.Everyone […]
A pigeon at the foreign languages facultygoes to seagull classes out to sea.As Flamingoes chip away for their exam in ‘Woodpecker up a Tree’An exchange English crow gets French sparrow tutorials on the streets of gay Paris. Greenfinches studying ‘Parrot’ do their bestas kingfishers get hooked on ‘Gold-crest’.As model eagle students soar above the rest.Mallard […]
She met him and he met heron a street called saint lucifer.But what they did wasn’t wicked;just a pot of tea and the odd dunked biscuit. Both would flirt with riskless dangerwith childish dreams away in a manger.She was hitched and so was he.Both would talk of being free. Neither of their partners knewthat every […]