Busy days?not when we’recastaways you can’t talk over each otherwhen you’re on your ownsat at homewith onlythe cat for company. This is where the psychosiscomes inwhen we’re hypnotised by thegrim times we are living in. guess what?I’m going fishin’…
Tag Archives: Fishing
When things go bump
Not going to speak of the weathernot whether it’s hotnot whether it’s notI’ll let the weather speak for itself. The radio’s belting out a tuneI’ll bemelting into an ice cream soonbutnot going to speak of the weather. Of coursefor the Britishthis limits the conversation,no talk of sunstrokeor of precipitation, I’m going fishin’she says,‘again?take an umbrellait…
Curved
I used to say, me and God, but God says, it’s God and I, I guess that’s because God’s a God and me, well I’m just small fry…
Casting
What do you want from me? someone shouts, poetry and just supposing I had some prose in me would that count? someone shouts, Next…
Unblocking arteries
‘brickin it’ but still in the thick of it getting sick of it time to go fishin’. Mississippi. it’s Tom and I because Tom always gets top billing but I’m willing to bet he’d swop. Sunday rode in on a white horse pale and drawn before dawn, dismounted counted the hours until dusk…
Vacancy arisen
Getting where I need to be out there in the wide blue sea just me a boat, wine, some cheese and I have left a note, gone fishin’…
One Summer day in 1967
It was mid morning before it dawned on us that we were late and what a fuss we made, Slices of bread and marmalade half brewed tea put the pot in the shade. We got there at the last knockings when the tide was about to turn, down went the fishing lines up went the…
Conclusions at tea time
An Arctic char is far tastier than a sea bass although the sea bass sounds better…
Another reason for languages
Fluent in truancy a juvenile inadequacy. So when she spoke in French to me, ‘je m’appelle Fifi’ I didn’t have a clue what she meant. then with great intent she said, ‘je veux faire l’amour avec vous; I still had no clue so I went fishing instead…
Paper patches
It tugs me and rips where the wind strips me bare but I’m up here and out there wearing my heart on gold leaf she sits smoking cigars. I jump through hoops while she makes steel bars a cute combination acute location. On the reef no such grief just me and a…
