We’ll kiss and cuddle and laugh about it about the way things don’t always fit right and you’ll say, it’s alright and I’ll say, it’s alright and we might kiss and cuddle some more. When it’s all over and done with we live with it give with it sway in the glow of it laugh…
Frayed around the edges
Almost the last one that I have passed on and then when it’s gone? Everything looks metallic men made of tin, robotic Doc’ said, I could be neurotic prescribed me an antibiotic. nothing cures a touch of fantasy better than a dose of reality I take two spoonsful a day, it doesn’t do anything for…
Being British about ti
Think I’m melting and belting hot or not that Sun has a soft spot for me haven’t felt in this frame of mind since Winter came and went. hanging loose? well all men do ha. Now I’m drooping well all men do another ha. But I am melting. Ice cream might assist me and as…
The grindstone
It’s the wait on the station killing time as Indeed time’s killing me, slowly I am inexorably drawn like a moth to a flame by the stations that make me wait over and over again. Obsessive compulsive and that might be so, I still go though. Catch me on time lapse as I collapse. Life…
Lighthouse lives
There’s always space for one more phobia a place for free on social media, in the pocket of least insistence. I resist the invitation I won’t add to this situation. Nor will I make a song and dance to add to the clamour, but I shall remember that we and that means everyone…
New growth
A cyborg with its umbilical cord walked into a minefield, nuclear yield one megaton. This is the next in the series of almost eerie jokes for the nerds jokes without words jokes that Joe wouldn’t get. I get it from the lead sucking it in from the genetically modified feed. They will, one day attach…
Morning.
Quicksilver clouds like mercury passing silently like ghosts…
My window
Out there where the Sun breaks its fast when the light breaks out and the last shreds of the night go to sleep a seagull chases a bumble bee a blackbird looks at a money spider quizzically a lark sings in harmony with a sparrow, out there in the fledgling day shadows of people shortly…
The 03:23
Open hostility and a siege mentality when oxymorons rule. Some minds will always play in other people’s hands. I’m breaking through the barriers of camera flash and Chelsea tractors but somewhere at the back of me the front line moves up steadily. I won’t sleep again this night that’s right I won’t sleep again this…
Within the walls where ancients dwell
Neanderthal and before more than the spirit realm. there the legends wait to return. When the wind raged through the land and the ice aged the stones when the glaciers combed the valley sides and life was harsh that was the time more than, but life was always that way, the way we lived for…
Chance encounters
She had a laid back played out face exciting in a strange kind of way. Time is as deep as the grave and as shallow as a breath but it feels good, so we live it. Her expression changed slightly as I touched on her lightly and said, it was time for us to know…
From the crazy house
I’m sat here with blue curlers in my hair, lipstick and some eyeliner do you think I really care? someone says, ‘he’s not all there’, does he think I think I’m somewhere else?…
Point of order
There are communities that feel ill at ease I’m in one of those and there are men who would infiltrate them to take advantage and destabilise them I’m not one of those. I feel sure that if we don’t live as one we’ll never get to an understanding, it’s time to band together forge new allegiances…
Chicken nuggets
You know how it is when all points converge when two souls merge. yeah? okay but there’s a place in-between I’m sure we’ve all been there been seen alone there wondering where or if you’d ever find that match to make a pair. There’s someone for everyone, somebody said and you can take it as…
That Punch and Judy thing
Does the writing do the thing for you? is it good for you? what would you like to do? is the writing alright with you? I task myself with the quill will myself to write and in the shortness of a Summer night when the girls are pretty and their clothes are light it’s not…
Enigmas
The lyric repeats on me, in the Ghazal there is mystery and the lyric repeats on me and repeats on me and more mystery, in the South a Mafeking calamity making more history and still there’s the mystery of the Ghazal…
And then
I am full of suggestions but she makes little mention of them. she owns her agenda I bend down before her ha I am full of suggestions she makes little mention of those,…
Word on the Kerb
Mixing it up down in Brixton fixing some lines in my brain Windrush is busy, not peaceful, the poetry flies all the same. It’s a give and a take it the day’s what we make it I choose to make it my own. mixing it up down in Brixton home to a few of my…
What think you?
Is it a done deal do you feel happy or hard done by? Listen in they’ve not got a choice it’s an occupation hostile forces at work bringing a nation to its knees. and if you blink you’ll miss it? the twinkling of the starlight scope or the hope you haven’t got a cats chance…
The well
Is it time that bothers you those minutes picking at you the hours laughing at you the years passing by you is it time that bothers you?…
