There are lots of moments you should have been there.
Moments we would have laughed about something someone said or did.
Some place that would have been to share
Or, if not, to be told where it was hid.
Now, nostalgia is very easy to print and bind or download and save that very day.
Moments the brain’s lowly-paid librarian catalogues away
whether right or not, by choice, or unfair.
There are lots of moments you should have been there.
All records had been broken.
Anyone who had ever sung or played was to be forgotten.
Police enquiries and sleeve notes had shown their muscle and brawn.
No more copyright rights. Any artistic spirit would be released to the state born.
Readers revolutionary
Or orthodox
Pass sentence on yours
And you may be for the chop.
With poetic justice
Poetic licence backfires
As, rather than dry up,
You wax lyrical to your heart’s desire.
But little white lies
Can blacken your name
As charged with poetreason
They rumble your game.
While whatever you write
May be taken down in evidence against you
The public want their penny’s worth
And you get it too.
or is it man on a wheel?
no time to think about
what you feel
you’re out of shape
you can’t work it out
you can’t keep up
with what life’s about
it’s work work work
the rat race at your feet
you look ahead
through the people you meet
keep running my friend
you’ll get to the end
but when you do
don’t blame yourself
if you die of too much
worthless wealth.
woke up in bed, offside
the kettle whistle blew
got sent off to the bathroom
and had an early shower
put on the company colours
and got to the club canteen
had a team talk on the match ahead
and went over tactics with the big man
feigned diving in the office
and got a red card for foul play
fined for bringing the game into disrepute
practiced keeping my mouth shut
playing away, got home
signed an autograph for the wife
got a free kick for a late challenge
got knocked out.
Predictable predictors get so used to predicting what will happen,
it’s almost like nothing does.
Snatching depression from the jaws of happiness
they wear puppets on their gloves.
Isn’t it just the way
that bottles of wine spin at the end of the day
when things were just getting better?
When it seemed there were enough hours left to out-welcome any stay?
So, The Optimists’ Club turns over a new leaf
and sticks post-it notes with The End is Nigh written on their foreheads
and go to sleep wearing their sandwich board pyjamas
lying on top of each other, stacked up like bunk beds.
90s ghosts in The Beer Engine in Newton St Cyres
get butterflies in their stomachs about haunting the station
throwing up collectors with their nets
to get caught and pinned down in their own dusty collection.
Do you ever make up conversations
with real people in your head?
That then keep you awake at night as you mull over every word
and later quote them verbatim to others: words they actually never said?
Chancers scratch scratch cards
looking for a better future
but start to lose sight of why they started
and scratch out their eyes.
Meanwhile, somebody who shall remain nameless chants:
I need no-one’s help
to snuff out my own desperate cries
and do tricks to a standing ovation to fool myself
until the clapping dies.
It’s a yes.
The best of the best.
The future looks bright.
Looking forward to Good Morning with a Good Night.
Anything can happen and it will.
It can only go right, Jack and Jill.
There’s a hundred reasons why.
A change for the better is nigh.
Think positive.
Is there anything against you can argue with?
Love will win
and if it doesn’t, it’s a porky pie sin.
Birds clamouring outside all treed.
Trees outside full of birds tweeting ’bout something you need.
Obsessive compulsive birds on play-back
playing back their dawn chorus on repeat track.
Only thing for sure is unlikely to happen.
Drum rolls roll to a dead standstill.
Peace of mind is a mind-piece snappin’
with Hitchcock birds gatherin’ over the hill.
Can’t say I want to sleep
though my eye lids are drooping
common sense goes out of the window
when the mad moon is stooping.
I want to see you again and again
avoid you again and again
look for you again and again
ignore you again and again.
If there’s time, let’s waste it.
If there’s a cop out, let’s go for it
If there’s a day to grab, let’s skip it
if there’s an afterlife, let’s do it before.
