"backchat" poems
This week I have been mostly petrified,
and in between such periods I have been jelly.
Do you remember the action of freeze and thaw?
Surely you do, it’s the one clear spot
in the fogged grey landscape of your old school geography.
Well that is the state of me.
I am eroding.
When this process began I cannot tell,
I only know that it continues.
I like to think that the fragments of my self
are at least collecting somewhere,
perhaps in my socks.
If I had the will I might tip out the sediment nightly
and store it in a glass jar by the bed.
I am of course losing weight,
though not so much weight as gravitas.
Conventional scales won’t register the change
as I have tried to explain to my doctor,
but he smiles the smile of an indulgent uncle
then writes me another little green ticket
for little blue pills.
When the last essential ballast is crumbled and gone
Into that that jar, nicely striped,
my substance will rise
like a cheap balloon, leaving
something empty and indifferent
and insensitive.
Hooray is what I say!
I, or that thing that is I minus self,
might at last succeed by blundering on into money regardless,
by making the right decisions.
Judgement is right because there’s no backchat inside
to say otherwise.
Bring it on.
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 5:32 PM UTC
We can call it today or last week
or seek out another name,
but who loved me in the Bleak?
I ain't talking midwinter nor
the middle of summer
I'm talking back then and
that's the backchat of sad men
these be the lonely
only when will they know?
before it's too late?
I am in denial
Something to do with the
pineal gland?
Fukin grand when you've no idea
if your brain's in your head
or stuffed up your rear.
hitched me a ride on the right side of
the ebb tide
things are looking
better now.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC
Is Milka in?
I ask her mother
who has opened the door
of the farmhouse.
Yes, but she's
in the bath
at the moment,
but come in Benny,
if you don't mind waiting.
So I go
into the warm kitchen,
sit on one
of the kitchen chairs.
Would you like something?
her mother asks smiling,
to eat or drink?
Tea would be welcome,
I say,
taking in her smile.
She nods,
turns around,
walks to a cupboard,
gets down a mug.
I watch her move,
her motherly hips,
her cosy behind,
the loose dress
she is wearing.
She turns
and says,
sugar?
or are you
sweet enough?
Two please,
not quite sweet
enough yet,
I say.
She laughs,
and I note her
motherly *******
held in loosely
by her bra and dress.
She'll not be long
in the bath,
her mother says,
we can hope.
I have a vision
of Milka in the bath,
wishing I could be
washing her back
with a sponge or flannel,
kissing her,
and holding her.
You are patient with her,
Benny,
her mother says,
I lose my temper with her
and have to bite my tongue;
not that she does,
not like that
with her father though,
he'd not take her backchat,
he'd soon tan her behind
as old as she is.
I say nothing,
take in her mother's hands
as they go about
preparing my mug of tea,
the ringed finger,
the red washed out skin,
the nails well cared for
despite the housework.
Going anywhere nice today?
she says,
eyeing me,
a smile there.
Cinema probably,
new Elvis film,
I reply,
thinking of
the previous Saturday
in Milka's bed
while her mother
was in town shopping,
her father on the farm,
her brothers fishing
out some place.
That'll be nice,
she says,
where is that girl?
time she takes.
She gives me
my mug of tea
and I sip it.
She walks out
to the passage.
I watch her go
and sense an inner
warming glow.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
I know you are a gossip mongers
And you know I'm detesting you,
And you know I'm not pleased with you,
You always judge me day and night
And you follow me from left to right.
When will you stop to judge me?
When will you stop to follow me?
When I fail you are busy disseminating that tale
Through your sinful lips that murmurs around
Now my life's beautiful story would surely fall unto the ground.
Gossip, gossip, gossip everywhere
You exhibits your evil colours,
I know you are a gossip mongers here and there.
When will you see a right things I have done?
And do you know your bad character will be gone?
Enough, enough with your nonsense chitchat
Stop with all your constant backchat
Instead, mind your own lives and be fruitful
For our world to be restful and peaceful.
#EDM.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC