Pity
The Gloves Industry
in the Summer months.
They’d pack it all in
& just go home,
if it wasn’t for wicket keeping
& carpal tunnel syndrome
…
Pity
The Gloves Industry
in the Summer months.
They’d pack it all in
& just go home,
if it wasn’t for wicket keeping
& carpal tunnel syndrome
…
1.
I want to be ambiguous
like Julius Caesar
playing Monopoly
with an octopus
on a Berocca comedown
– but that’s ridiculous.
2.
I want to write free verse
but all too often it evades me,
oh well – it’s not a poem unless it rhymes
& at least then I’m not that lazy.
& 3.
I want apathy
but any time’s fine with me.
All that stuff...
Pathos I stay there once, 'shouldn't have gone in July it was too hot. The wise old chorus they tried to warn me: 'Don't go outside without you factor 43' But in an act of hubris essential to any tragedy, I ignored them & now oh the pain & oh the agony...
Roll up
pound a strip
have a go
tombola,
bottle of wine
if you’re lucky
if not
Ebola
There’s a carpet burn
on my large intestine
& a textbook dead leg
in my still numb textbook head.
My mouth is in
my soapy heart
& my cheek in’s turned
the other tongue,
yesterday I tossed dust
at wasps & the illusory
until inevitably
I was stung.
But I didn’t cry or scream,
apply more cream…
A Jehovah's Witness knocked on my door I know it's immature but Phuket I had to ask 'Call y'sen a Jehovah's Witness do you eh pal, go on then, spill them beans where's d'you see 'im last?' (well) 'Last seen go karting just outside Barking, via Sainsburys where he bought a bottle of water & some cheese' (cheese & wine - classic combo) 'We've since had reports of an unconfirmed sighting, that he's dangling his legs off Frogget Edge which is fairly plausible cos he's dead keen on hiking' 'It's yet to be validated but don't worry - we'll keep you informed, cos you can always rely on your local Jehovah's witness to tell you what's what from the happy-to-be-disturbed comfort of your own front door' What a lovely bunch...