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everyone goes on about their rights
but not so much
their responsibilities
matter and as such I should perhaps keep
this stuff a little lighter    ..
15h · 21
Untitled
alright I’m the worst poet you’ve
ever read
I mean what do you want
me to say ?
a small bird sings
in the wind in the
trees in the wind
a small bird sings
drizzle at the
bar grey
as muzzy
print

from your
morning paper
droplets of
ink
1d · 82
felled
hid a poem in a tree in
the woods
but they cut it down
to just a couple of words
1d · 48
quite
quite like the calm appraisal
historians bring to the past
supplying a little distance
to that which is actually vast  ..
death’s getting close to
a certainty but I’ve always
put money
on the outsider
what do I want played
at my funeral?
charades
I’d willingly take you
into my confidence
if I had any
2d · 28
nonsense verse
suggested a picnic
she said good idea
I’ll make the sandwiches
I said no, let them
decide for themselves
only ever known two women whose
feet I found attractive
and one I married -
don’t know what happened to the
other three     ..
she’s always saying that I live
in the past
well yes, it is the only place I’ve lived
apart from now  ..
3d · 38
dorothy parker
the american poet I most admire
is dorothy parker,
a drinker, a poet, a cynic, a writer
and **** it, I like her!
the second hand bookshop has gone
and whilst I may have mislaid the odd
book or two, an whole shopful?

this was the very street
choc a bloc full of tightly pressed covers on
the shelves

wherein sad old men with aching feet
would often find ourselves
you were crying and shaking as you tried
to explain you’d spent the night
with somebody else
well, as long as he makes you happy    ..
3d · 17
but not for long
I’m going away
for a while he
thought she’d
be ok about it  ..
called the waiter over
for the bill
he said what about coffee
I said thanks
but I don’t even know you     ..
seems like everyone’s
angry about something
must have happened    ..
apparently relationships
have to be worked at, we laughed    ..
where were you last night?
I can’t recall
and you expect me to believe that?
not at all  ..
5d · 48
fiction
writing a novel
you know what that’s like?
it’s like a story that no one’s
ever written before
yeah, I’m making it up  ..
they remained silent
over dinner, the gravy especially was
best not mentioned again
and looking at the stars
she asks me what I’m
thinking thank goodness
it’s not raining
wrote a poem on the train
got a fine
and they made me
wash it off
6d · 39
paranoid
so what if I talk to myself
when I’m alone and
how the hell do you know  ..
7d · 47
obviously ..
she used to complain
that she never knew
what he was thinking

he said I hear what
you’re saying, but isn’t
that rather the point?
7d · 45
at her door
turned up at her door
     with a bottle of gin
  so what is that for ?
oh, it’s just a way in ..
7d · 39
morning after
she says last night was a bad
    idea
well in that case thank goodness
   it’s over
he says
    and yet, she says, you’re still here      ..
Jun 21 · 54
the café
paul sheridan Jun 21
don’t like coffee much
prefer tea
       and yet people are always saying
          we should meet up for coffee
    and I profoundly disagree   ..
Jun 21 · 182
it was over dinner
paul sheridan Jun 21
“I’ve had enough,” you
said, pushing away your plate,
but looking at me     ..
Jun 20 · 47
….
paul sheridan Jun 20
his phone rings
she says why don’t you answer it
he says it hasn’t said
anything yet     ..
Jun 19 · 34
just notes
paul sheridan Jun 19
see my poems as
just notes on the poems
I would like
to write but don’t
paul sheridan Jun 18
if there’s a nuclear war
does it matter if I don’t
wash my hands before
I come down for lunch?
paul sheridan Jun 18
I think we may have met
in a previous life

oh but I couldn’t be this
unlucky twice  ..
Jun 18 · 37
instead of yourself
paul sheridan Jun 18
for once, think of somebody else
so he did
she didn’t like it
Jun 17 · 31
the usual story
paul sheridan Jun 17
they used to love each
other things happened  ..
paul sheridan Jun 17
went into the second hand bookshop
I said hi, what’s new?
Jun 17 · 43
early morning poem
paul sheridan Jun 17
angrily get out of bed
saying you’ve had enough!
which for me was a first
paul sheridan Jun 17
poured myself a drink
what about me?
you can pour me the
next one  ..
Jun 16 · 40
stepping carefully
paul sheridan Jun 16
used to walk around
the city at night
with nothing on my feet
except myself
Jun 16 · 17
sick to death
paul sheridan Jun 16
city becomes us ill
and buildings rise and fall
in laboured breath
Jun 16
his loves
paul sheridan Jun 16
dylan thomas died from the drink
but that’s not what you think of
when you read his poems you think of caitlin,
swansea and soho and yeah, ok, pubs  ..
Jun 15 · 32
a city
paul sheridan Jun 15
is the mousetrap still running
at the theatre, is there a donkey sanctuary
in st pauls
is there still the thames, the thames!
is this then how poetry
goes
paul sheridan Jun 15
that you keep on giving me
your opinion suggests you don’t want
it, either
Jun 14 · 57
alone in the pub
paul sheridan Jun 14
wanted
to cry
but there’s people looking

worse off
than I
Jun 14 · 64
out of touch
paul sheridan Jun 14
how long
has it
been
up to much
lately?
Jun 14
over
paul sheridan Jun 14
she knew it was over
he hadn’t been home for days
why don’t you go home
she says   ..
Jun 14 · 48
thinking out loud
paul sheridan Jun 14
suppose if I ever came
up with a really
memorable poem I wouldn’t
have to write it down
Jun 14 · 74
it’s a no ..
paul sheridan Jun 14
got a couple of tickets for
the theatre if you’d
like to go? yes I would, actually.
goodbye
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