Brighton on the seafront is shining like a silver dollar in the sun
And she is dancing to the rhythm of the seagulls and imaginary bass drums
It is winter, should be colder but the gentle breeze is warm
All around her is her own hair like the breakers of some pre-raphaelite storm
I see Bassie Gracie, Brighton by the sea, hey Gracie
She plays reggae, she plays ska, she plays jazz,
she loves them all, hey Gracie
I am walking back along the sea front, back the way we've come
The sun's kiss grows weaker and I miss her but that doesn’t get me down
For the rhythm of her baselines entwine the ripped fabric of my mind
And every time I see those breakers I'll remember that pre-raphaelite storm
I saw Bassie Gracie, Brighton by the sea, hey Gracie
She plays reggae, she plays ska, she plays jazz,
she loves them all, hey Gracie
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC
Plastic flip-flops, curly hair
Shorter dresses, mother's dare
Inky artwork, shoulders bare
Thumb rings, nose rings, dragon slayer
Kookie, bookish, head is down
Fantasy intensity, tiny frown
Tannoy interjects ding-dong sound
Battle pauses, station bound
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
I haul myself to my feet
I can picture the haze of buttercups in the field
I imagine I feel the gentle breeze on my face
but I recall no smell
I plod through to the kitchen and turn on its soulless light
Summer seems so long ago and I wonder now if there were buttercups at all
or if they are a fragment from some summer past
A detail my mind adds to each successive year
The heating is firmly off
I knew it would be
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
I hear the chime tonight of my ear's great inner bell
Its peal in thunderous harmony with the precision movement of my heart
The great wide arteries in flood sweep past and tell
Of lives lived long and fierce but only in part
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
When you look at the sky and you say it's blue,
do you see the blue like I see blue?
For we only have words and the words won't do.
What colour is blue? It's the colour of the sky.
What colour is the sky? The sky is blue.
When you look at our love and you say it's true,
do you see true like I see true?
Do you see love the same way too?
You say you love me and I love you.
But we only have words and the words won't do.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 6:02 PM UTC
Pastel green and dusty brown
sun-bleached deck chairs wear a frown
frank exchanges round the town
long-fought fights that wear you down
The girls grow old and cut their hair
long walks succumb to a comfy chair
it's always truth in truth or dare
spring takes so long to reach the air
Every story is an ending
every grassy reed unbending
every fence in need of mending
every sorry face is pending
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC