Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Category: Rivers of Life

  • Chick’n Chips

    Chick’n Chips from myfavorite Sarf London store —you know the one,bullet holes in the door.Customers scream,and they shout —heaven knowswhat they’re on about. Consumers eclectic,including me,ponderingwhat to havefor their tea. Chicken thighs?Dodgy pies?Maybe even,Curly fries? Standing there, contemplating,I wonder how longI’ll be waiting. Spicy wings?Onion rings?Napkin rings?You must be joking. Delivery riders —they seldom smile.Perhapsthey’ve…

  • Sunglasses

    Sunglasses, sunglasses,Everywhere —If only I could findMe a pair. My nice issue RAF ones,Perfect for lookingLike a Top Gun —Or even avoidingThe Hun in the sun. The cool-looking,Ex-British Army shades —Perfect for pretendingYou’re going on raids. Ah, the pair I triedTo nick from my mate Charlie —The ones that I wearWhen I ride on my…

  • I Like Wearing Caps

    I like wearing caps, ‘Cause they make me seem kool. I know what you’re thinking — I look like a fool. Before you dismiss that Right out of hat, Come down and join me, And we’ll both look like prats. You’d never catch me Wearing a hat, But I could be telling you Porkpies about…

  • Who Are You…

    I can’t remember being youngOr how I got old.I can’t even rememberThose stories I’ve told. Memory loss,Now is such an affliction.How much of my life isJust pure fiction? How can I lie,If I don’t know what’s true?Honestly, mate,Would I lie to you? Yeah, I drink too much,That bit is true.Again, the line:Would I lie to…

  • On The Way Home

    On the way home,Not that anyone cares,I’m just gladIf nobody stares. Who knows whatMacabre vicesThey all watch onMobile devices, Staring at phonesLike spaced-out monkeys —They’re allSocial media junkies. The devil’s work,As I’ve frequently said —I guess we’ll find outWhen we are dead. And when you arriveIn that celestial dock,You find it is for somethingYou posted…

  • waiting for a train

    With apologies to Monty Python When you’re chewing on life’s gristle Don’t grumble, give a whistle And this’ll help things turn out for the best… And… Here is a poem what I wrote, I think you’ll find, It goes for the throat. If you don’t like it, I don’t really mind — It’s about Life’s…

  • Yes, I Got…

    Yes, I got pissed,But I didn’t mean to,Just something I kind ofLeaned into. Full of regret in the morning,Rheumy eyes,And constantly yawning,Like trapped in a video game,Continually spawning. With the truth,Only just dawning,Why do I drink,When it makes me so ill? Long past the stage,Where I think it’s a thrill.

  • Think of the Penguins

    The Digital Vanity Trap For some reason, known to no one—since its explanation defies both logic and good taste—the internet is drowning in AI-generated action figures: the ultimate exercise in digital narcissism. Viral Sensations and Empty Promises Since the mechanism of how anything goes viral is a mystery—nothing more than virtual poo-sticks—and anyone who tells…

  • And?

    So. So, here it is. The blank page doesn’t scare me, it dares me: go on, do your best if you think you’ve got it in you. Come on I dare you. Come on if you think you are hard enough. Write something interesting. Perhaps profound. But not boring. Please not boring. I’ve had enough…

  • Who Watches the Watchers?

    Social Divisions, Then and Now This incessant chatter about two-tier policing, as preposterous as it is, has me thinking of other not-so-imaginary social divisions, for such separators have existed for years. While homosexuality was illegal, it was tolerated among the upper classes, as was adultery. Meanwhile, for the working classes, such ‘sins’ were as unspeakable…

  • Good Enough? 

    AI: The False Savior So according to our esteemed Prime Minister, the panacea for all that ails the country is Artificial Intelligence – a virtual dashing white knight thundering in to save the day. However, before we are deafened by the sound of those galloping hooves, perhaps now is the time for a display of…

  • Hieronymus Bosch

    Hieronymus Bosch,What a load of tosh,Art, my ass—I hear you gasp,Yet it’s in the eye of the beholder.But you get bolder—What a load of crap!Oh, shut your trap.I like it,So fuck you.

  • You Can’t Argue With the Markets

    Understanding Trump’s Intentions Now, and you won’t ever hear me say this too much, but I think I understand what he’s trying to do. Ok, I’m not saying, in the manner some do, that the Hitler bloke was a bit misunderstood or Mussolini; at least the trains ran on time. However, when it comes to…

  • Too Old to Pogo

    Too old to pogo Just an old git, Limbs currently feeble, No longer fit, For disjointed grooving, To angry alternative, Dance hits. Deaf as a post, With a badback, My childhood has scarpered, It ain’t coming back. Youth was never wasted On this young gun, Fuck me sideways, By Christ, I had fun. Sex and…

  • Who do you think I am?

    Who do you think I am,An old has-been,Whose victories are in the past?I accept my glory days are over,But boy, they were a blast.But I’m not yet ready to surrender,And let you kick me up the ass. You may think I’ve shot my bolt,And ready to blow the gaff,But you must be kidding,Having a giraffe,If…