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When I stole the desperate kiss,You stole my heart.Lips sealed,Sealed my fate.I surrendered,As if a virgin,I gave myself to you,As you gave yourself to me. But that was long ago,In the past.It seems some things,They were not built to last. Indeed, you broke my heart,For a while.Life fell apart.Love moved on,As did life.I survived that…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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.
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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…
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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.
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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…
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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…