Poems
A Kind of Good Friday Prayer
It’s Good Friday but I don’t feel good Haven’t been to church as I should. I’ve celebrated the Eucharist with a hot cross bun On the day God sacrificed his only son. In Oxfam I just bought a figurine of the last supper Not for thirty silver pieces but for...
Silence is leaden
My last text seems to be the lastOne of my beating heart.There’s no response, why did I sendThat expectation on such a desperate errand?I wish that when I hear my mobile pingFor once it would my blood make singAnd lay to rest this tragic senseI have of having wasted...
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...