Poems
The Waistcoat
It’s damp and grey, my nose runs in a post-flu way,but it’s warm and snug inside my flatI’m wearing my new waistcoat of ginger tweedwith four pockets which Carmen just freed,these will more than take care of me.My phone slides in above mi corazon,shielding me from...
In the Club
My new 1961 Sunbeam Rapier is green, It’s the niftiest car I’ve ever seen. It has its hang-ups please be sure, Yet none that auto therapy can’t cure. Then when at last it’s in the pink The money will have been well spent, I think. And I’ve made a great new friend into...
Love-Sick
Caught in the crosshairs of love and it’s no dove but my heart flutters anyway, anyway it can to do the can-can, for I’m beset on more than one side, and neither are my good side, but ones that show me up in a bad light despite my determination to do right. I feel...
The Best Medicine
There’s a lot to be said for a comedy club. Mirth makes way for heaven on earth, laughter leavens the pain of our birth, the dark, sticky air repudiates care, the spot lit acts walk the high wire with flair. (Or occasionally not when their material is rot).