innocent leaves vulnerable
delicate unaware delicacy
plucked before prime
or
left to harden
grow old venous
ugly shrivelled dry
May 14, 2010
innocent leaves
goddam seagull shit
goddam seagull shit, gets everywhere.
don’t they teach those birds manners?
kissin’ the red
kissin’ the red
kissin’ the red
never mind the yellow
kissin’ the red
kissin’ the red
kissin’ the red
never mind the yellow
kissin’ the red
kissin’ the red
kissin’ the red
never mind the yellow
kissin’ the red
kissin’ the red
kissin’ the red
never mind the yellow
bad dad jack the lad
bad dad jack the lad
shut the fridge door!
shut the fridge door!
bad dad jack the lad
shut the fridge door!
May 6, 2010
goodbye, miss dunleavy
goodbye, miss dunleavy, goodbye
miss dunleavy, miss dunleavy
rolls off the tongue, rolls off the tongue
goodbye, miss dunleavy, goodbye
those words bring a tear to my eye
you did your bit, for my boy
goodbye, miss dunleavy, goodbye
No goodbye
He turned for one last look at the children and walked away. They carried on playing with their friends, laughing and screaming as kids do, taking no notice of the fact that he was going. Turning a corner he was out of sight and soon he could no longer hear them. He shoved his hands in his pockets and quickened his pace.
May 3, 2010
Acceptance
Stormy, obdurate emotions,
hypochondriacal notions,
pustules, piles,
prescriptions, potions,
pills and epidermal lotions,
early start
05.30 am
on the road
little traffic
brain not in gear
mist lies low
on the ground,
primordial swamp
caffeine be good
but I need miles
before the world wakes
and sees me gone
autopilot.
May 1, 2010
destiny mediocrity
what makes you think you matter or make a difference? your footfall makes no imprint. no noise above the sound of deafening mediocrity. no matter how big your shoes you are irrelevant. forget it, as you are already forgotten.
April 19, 2010
the #ashtag rap
When I was in Tesco – looking for Tabasco
I came across a shelf that was empty of goods
I asked them where the sauce was they said they had no more because
The volcanic ash cloud stopped all the planes
April 17, 2010
sleep
shoulders slump
eyes shut I can hear birds in the garden
the spring sunshine streams through the conservatory roof
heart beat slows almost to a halt, head nods forward, soon I will no longer be awake…………………………………………………………………………
April 10, 2010
‘D’ Day
They’re on the beaches.
We’ll fight them, then.
Nearly 70 years on, in fact.
Welcome to an unseasonably warm IOM.
Dara Ó Briain ticket for Wednesday available for Hannah.
Downside? She has to come with me.
Upside? Transport both ways for Hannah.
cans of lager
can of lager
can of lager
psshtttt
psshtttt
can of lager
can of lager
psshtttt
psshtttt
April 2, 2010
The April Rain
The April rain beats down on the roof. It comes in waves, like I’m being gently massaged by expert hands. Not showers but steady persistent wetness. Looking out I am comfortable. My face slumps. I can feel those fingertips caressing my temple. “Relax” the voice says.
The stillness inside contrasts with the constant motion of the hedge outside the window.
Drops convene and race others down the glass. Every one is a winner.