Poems
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...
Sucking It Up
Today I got the hoover out and pushed it all about, rooting out balls of fluff nestled in the corners. I suspect they had their counterparts within, after all, cleanliness is next to godliness we are assured. So, what could be more conducive to the soul’s progress...
Cycling Through Time
The imprimatur of the past is stamped upon the now and maybe by assessing it we can attempt to unearth how. Periods have their parallels like the phases of the moon, waves of insanity crash upon humanity like a full blown loon. Decades echo down the years as the...