The city wakes up As cleaners brush their teeth with mops. Yawning tea-spoon people stir a coffee cup. As big hands and little hands turn off alarm clocks.
Hairdresser’s open for clients to wait… Their turn to grow their hair. Buses on time arrive late As bus conductors pay their passengers’ fare.
Fashion designers doodle on sheepskin fleece As copywriters’ kids trace adverts at school. Everyone tries to keep the peace. Everything’s cool.
Song ‘Psychedelicacity’ by Chicco Fresu (guitar) and me (vocals/drums) In background I’m reading poem ‘Alliteration’n’National Anthemology’
As the kitchen staff go on the warpath With the head chef leading the culinary charge On the waiters and waitresses, under-staffed, Drawing their cutlery for a tomato blood-bath
The summer season’s over again.
All the deck chair’s now have been folded up And the little old ladies with their lovely cup Have had their biscuit and their seaside nap Back home now for the wireless cat on their lap.
The summer season’s over again.
How very soon the bride and groom Pick out the moon. And how very soon astrologers Burst their balloon.
As the Empire’s bathrooms across the land Turn on their taps and wash off the sand With the first day back close at hand Uniforms ironed and bedtime stations manned.
The summer season’s over again.
How very soon Buckets ‘n’ spades become pencils ‘n’ pens And how very soon The summer season’s over again
How very soon Holiday dads become marketing men And how very soon The summer season’s over again.
How very soon Ice-cream lolly sticks become the cane And how very soon The summer season’s over again.
How very soon The summer season’s over again. How very soon The summer season’s over again.
Song ‘How Very Soon’ by me. With group ‘Wildsmith.’ Johnny Morris on drums, me on vocals (usually the other way round!). Chris Kennedy special guest appearance on kazoo instrument. Roberto Paderi on bass.
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 