On Pleasure Pielandislanders live life under a system called pie-in-the-sky.Plumbers fit pipe dreamsand statistics on counting your blessings are always high. Opticians sell rose-tinted glassesto see good things over the horizonand in every house, doors are fittedso that when one closes, another one opens. Every silver cloud has a golden liningand everyone’s glass is always …
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The Railway Child
And so I went to the train stationand looked up at the great glass roof ceiling in ironfrom where timepieces hungand from where black suits swung. Leather-faced passengersshuffled slowly along in queues, bunched,with feet in their luggage up to their kneessticking out their ticket tonguesto have them punched. And when the announcement told mewhich platform …
Wonderfully World-Weary Afternoon
Hanging the ‘Back Soon’ sign on my eyesand shutting up shop for a whileI’ve posted ‘Gone Fishing’ online and gone offlineand laid myself like a stone on my sofa as far away as a mile. Blissfully resigned to the fact that there’s no point to anything,leaves on the trees outside rustle ripple clapin a standing …
Postcard Home
What gets my goat;A string of jealousies tangled in my throat.Sant’ Efisio’s bells strike twoand what the hell are you up to? Vagabond, bottle-necked in life, before me.What’s it like Mr Nobody?“It’s a life of shit!”My landlady, at the sink, spits. Whatever happens nextI wonder am I perplexed:Belongings bundled together on a stick;Should I be …
Black’n’White Flag
This life is doing me no good.I’m getting more and more bitter.If I were me I would,So I give up. I’m no quitter.
Trench Mentality
Keep away if you know what’s good for me.As welcome as the enemy.Wish there was some way to gag the voicesthat order me about like a headless chicken. You’ve got some front to shout what you shout.I’ve got no defence to rant what I rant.To get anywhere, I try to smoke myself outwith a fag …
Photocondriac
I never get the exposure I like.There’s either too much or too little lightEither I’m the centre of attention or ignored.I never get the exposure I like. I never seem to be in focus.There always seems to be a bit of blur.Like squinting and not seeing right.I never seem to be in focus. It makes …
Séance
In the dark about after hours,and what happens when the minutes run outwith that last second on hand,we sit in a circle holding handswaiting for an off-guard spirit to drunkenly blurt something out. If ever there was a chance,you’d think your loved ones would give you a sign.With the clocks ticking down, whether grandfather or …
Some Voices
Some voices get heard.Some voices ignored.Some voices are monologues.Some voices join in dialogues. Some voices have power.Some voices fall on deaf ears.Some voices get to lie-detector screen.Some voices get guillotined. Some voices find their voice.Some voices speak for a generation.Some voices rejoice,and some voices voice their frustration. Some voices love the sound of their own.Some …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 