Sniper of Words

Writing poetriesis like Nostradamus wrote prophesies.I don’t know if they shed lightbut, if you drink enough to candles like me, they might. If you breed sentences with turkey-fat wordsyou can make them full of fake alibi meaning.In any court of poetic justice, you might get away with being a free-verse jail birdwhen you answer for …

New Year’s Revelation Round the Corner

Sixth sense at sixes and sevens,reading too much into bibles and heavens,best be down to earth and no nonsense,with a say it as it is and a penny for your thoughts with a sales tag pence. Play dumb to deceive.Play undertaker to bereave.The younger you are, the longer you’ll lasttill aging takes over which it …

At the End of the Day, it’s the End of the Year

365 daysdo 360 degreeswith winter snow, springtime bloom and summer hazethrough to autumn leavesspiralling back to icy freeze. I’ve had quite a yearthat no new year’s resolution could have crystal-balled.An unseen leap year forward on February 29ththat would have left any boastful know-it-all fortune teller appalledwith no anniversary near. How’s it been for you all?The …

Newspaper Theatricals

The actors can’t remember their linesso, their hands are grippedon The Right Rant Rag Mail, or The Dark Deluded Mirror. or The Troubling Timeswith their lines tucked inside centre pagesso they can read their cover-up script. They walk the boards in every scenewith their characters tabloid-nose downand sell tickets to audiences who are keento see …

Digital Breakdown

Can’t remember which password.Don’t remember what to click.Can’t remember why this doesn’t work when it should.Don’t remember what option to pick. Can’t remember how to read.Don’t remember what to say.Can’t remember that stuff about “hand” and “feed.”Don’t know what else to do but turn it off and prey. Can’t remember what’s beeping in my head.Don’t …

Garden Maze

More & more in a muddleSomewhere in the middleYou turn in on yourselfwhere’s there’s no-one else. You don’t know where to look.Autumn leaves left underfoot& a green-finch on the pathyou remember seeing in the past. A snail-shell weighing you down;All your possessions lost & found.Slow-worms & slugs that go on slow.Blackbirds & thrushes lying low. …

Dickensian Kenneth

Dickensian Kenneth as is his ilkIn pyjama regalia picks up the milk.Slippers quick-march hup hup one twoBack at the double to Breakfast HQ. Where in her eggcup marmalade empireTea toasted soldier paraphernalia,Victoriana’s rule of thumb clear;He’s under hers “Yes love, no dear”. ‘X’ marks the spot on his Union Jack botWhere the canvassing Conservative candidate …

A pie eye for a pie eye

Drunk on revengeSee them square up to each other.The same old scraps.The same old bother. They hold their minute of silencewhile bad-mouthing and incapable of keeping silent.One day, both sides might come to their sensesas amateur giant-killing peacemakers beat professional war mongers in a cup tie upset that sends dailies into delirious cup fever excitement. …