Poems
The Snail
Today I bought a brass snail as a gift with a tape inside of it, which measures by both metric and imperial means. But my feelings are too complicated to quantify in either, so, it’s just as well that I bought it for my brother! Even then I could not decide for which...
Ginger Whine
Yesterday I felt okay, today I’m feeling rather frail. Went out on the lash last night and stayed up very late watching The Singing Detective by Dennis Potter, a televisual feast, but now I’m suffering for his art. But my psoriatic arthropody is not a patch on his....
The Ghost of Christmas Presents
The World Cup is in Qatar and I should practice my guitar, but I’m lazy, somewhat hazy, yet I hope quite far from crazy. Just feel like chillin’ on a grey and wintry day. It’s the 1st of December and the Christmas carols play pour encourager les shoppers as the...
Sunday Lunch
Didn’t make it into church today, felt wobbly and weak. My head throbbed and I was hungry but not unduly meek. Instead of donating to the service plate I’m off for a pub lunch hoping that it doesn’t lead to an eternity in hell, but in a brunch. I’m home now sated on...