Not writing poetry?
you must be smoking ****
because all I need
is a pen or a touchpad
and the ink or the keypad
goes mad.

A bit like me
sans poetry.

If I don't post much in the next
fortnight
hang tight
I am writing.

The grass is still green
the sky is still blue
the ocean's still there
and where are you?

Under the starlight when the night
is so still
watching the universe as galaxies
spill out
and will you be happy
behind the darkness when the Sun
breaks through
in front of the mirror where the mirror
is me seeing you?

until
and at the side of a sea,
I call myself Galilee.

Some disciples with scruples
some without such
beware
the touch of a Judas.

I have grown in the minefields
and have
blown away in mindless days
but
Summer was always so.

so
what do you need to know?

We can all go swimming in the plastic sea
with lego man and his family.

Grammarly says lego should be with a capital L
I told Grammarly to go to hell
see
I can spell and my words are my words
except for grammarly and lego but there you go
we can't all be perfect
or
maybe Peter can be
and of course
Lady Penelope
but beware
Parker's a shark in the shallows.

That's it
another load of krap,
oh ****
I shouldn't have said that
now I feel like whatsisname?
you know
that guy in the jewellery game
yeah that's it, Mr
Ratner.

It happens in the half-state
when the film of your life is
stored on acetate
and every time you're late
for the appointment.

I'm giving it up and not just
for Lent.

Going to hand back the keys to the door and
head back to the place that was there long
before all of this

prior to the headache
the backache
the take
take
ache
wake but I think it's too late
still reeling around and bound up
in the acetate

in the half-state.

Holy week,
another chance to torment
those who seek redemption.

Hang your cross of Jesus on the wall
( a double execution)
as if crucifixion was not enough.

..are all immigrants, refugees, asylum seekers
looking in on that which keeps us out
and isn't that what this life's all about?
abandonment and
discontent?

men who play accordions accompanying the sad songs
that we all know all too well.

Sunday and the City wakes
Clarence takes the dogsies for a walk
which breaks the monotony
of
living in the city

'someone talk to me',
he said silently because
there's no point wasting breath when
no one's there,

oh bring me death?
but what would dogsies do
when you shuffle off?

if you don't know
then why?

Mr Steven Curtis Lance I have borrowed your 'Dogsies' for a while. (check out Steven's Facebook page.

I anesthetized myself
with
fifteen pints of Olde English,
**** good health
I'm going down.

But coming round when
the pounding in my head
reminds me that
I can't be dead
is a drawback.

Yet
Olde English sounds so quaint,
believe me folks and yokels
it ain't,
the locals where I live
give
free stretchers for the
wretches
just like me.

No one
not even you
will ever know
beforehand
how things will go.

Practice may make perfect
but perfect is no guarantee
of success.


The council sent a wrecking crew
which is
the sort of thing that council's do
and knocked the brick wall down
because the writing that was on it
didn't fit the image of this
Town
and it could have been
in
Camden
Kentish
or even Highgate Village which
is not technically a town but it
has lots of walls

Walls remind me of ghetto's
no go's
and,
'Halt who goes there?'

But it's just word association
like
council aberration
normal situation
and who pays reparations
to
the future generations
when we've used the whole
world up or washed it all
away?

The end dear friend is just the entry and he pointed, but he never meant me, it was the old man sat inside me that the message was intended for.

I sat and wondered about the door and what was it the entry for and could it be he meant me after all?

Then the timepiece changed into a watchtower and it changed back on the hour, every hour

what tricks these eyes can play
what puzzles and to blind.

In the end I wouldn't mind a new beginning
somewhere with a decent climate
and
slightly South of the equator
where I could do a baked
potato
on the rocks.

but don't worry
they'll twin you with a town up
in the Pyrenees
which
you'll find out
will be full up with
the Chinese who'll
be
making origami
chewing gum from
Sorghum and
reciting verses from a book
by ...tse Tung

The end is just a fixture
another game we play
away.