Only to have my faith and peace trashed
And crumpled up
And thrown back on to the path.

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All One And The Same

February 3, 2017 — Leave a comment

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I can’t even go into Walmart

Without some extraterrestrial type

Looking or saying something

That jumps on my amygdala,

And bugs me for hours.

 

And I can’t go into Walgreens

Without passing a surly associate

Who doesn’t want to be there,

Without hearing a song from the seventies

That brings back feelings

Of being trapped in an elevator

(With an associate from Walgreens)

 

And I can’t go into Starbucks

Without knowing I’m being ripped off,

But nevertheless hand over the bucks

To the grumpy  barista,

And take the gruesome coffee

Around Target,

As finally I’ve made up my mind

To look at last

For a Keurig machine

So I don’t have to put myself through this bitter hell

Every day.

 

And I can’t go to a restaurant

Without some dopey brat

Squealing

As her intellectually challenged

Guardians

Laugh and look around

To see if we’re enjoying their kids

As much as they are.

 

Yet I reserve my tears for the movies,

The cinema that died

Such a long time ago.

It’s not just Britney

Texting throughout the film

Or the grossly overweight pensioners

Jamming popcorn into their mouths.

 

It’s what these actors

Have done to our people,

Brought a darkness instead of light

Into their lives.

 

Spewed propaganda in between takes,

Because they can.

And soured

The joy and happiness

We often found,

In years gone by,

When fantasy was the escape

We wanted, and needed, at times.

Now there is no escape,

Or even a reality,

It’s now all  one and the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peace Through Heavy

January 31, 2017 — Leave a comment

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Another Friday night, I walked into the pub,

To meet my Dad who was cradling

A pint of Heavy,

And using his other hand

To prop up the bar,

With his eyes fixed on the Glasgow sawdust.

His swaying difficult to discern

But I could see it.

 

“Time to go home I said”

Looking up, “Hello son, want a pint”

And I had to decide,

Whether to stay and swallow a few,

Or to put his arm around my shoulder

And walk him home through the night time headlights,

And the rain,

And watch my Mum scream and throw a tantrum,

Which is more hellish than watching my Dad

Stagger.

 

So I ordered a pint and a Glenfiddich

With a splash of water,

And when my Dad looked at me

And lifted his pint,

He said “Cheers”

And how many beers

We had after that

I can’t remember,

And when I got home,

And how I got home

I can’t remember

So the night was a success

All round.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dark Roses

January 29, 2017 — Leave a comment

Nobody knows
What it’s like
Trying to get out of a locked room
When the key is missing

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Your voices make little difference,

The wind has the power to defeat

And take away all this dire screaming

But leave blisters and scars on your feet.

 

You can dress in vaginal outfits,

Give a finger to every young cop

Throw water bottles

At barking Alsatians,

There is nothing to say you must stop.

 

Urinate on the stars and stripes if you want,

Wipe your feet or your ass on the flag,

Smash up a Starbucks

(But don’t expect to get served),

Smash up banks

(Who financed your candidate),

And shout down the scum who you hate.

 

But it won’t make any difference

I can assure you,

The bed in the attic’s still there,

The food stamps will keep on arriving,

And the wind will still blow in your hair.

 

The streets will be cleared in the morning

As sad bitter people disperse,

To the buses and trains and planes waiting,

And the undertaker driving the hearse.

 

 

 

 

 

A split second moment
That meant nothing to anyone
But me

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Fool Moon

January 12, 2017 — 4 Comments

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A fool

With an iPhone,

Is delusional

If he imagines,

A snap of the moon with a minuscule shutter,

Will capture the enormity of this

Striking ornament.

It won’t, of course,

But it lets God know

I care.

And if I hadn’t seen her glow

We’d never have existed.

 

Pushy Mamas

January 12, 2017 — Leave a comment

When you shove me in the back
With your tiny fingers,
You move me forward

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Stung

January 9, 2017 — Leave a comment

A random muscly guy turned,

Lit a little by the beer and  disco lights,

Asked me, What happened to your face?

Teen boys in stained white suits

Laughed

Hard faced girls

Giggled into cupped hands.

 

Not the first time

Someone had mocked me.

Had stolen my peace of mind

Thriving on a hateful slur.

 

That evening soaking up scotch

I searched for a little  self love.

Any time it appeared

It was stung by the slur

And  died.

 

When i woke up

In the morning

They had left me,

The odd number

In the dead disco

Alone with my blackout

In a tight corner.

 

 

 

Good Evening

January 9, 2017 — 1 Comment

4.50 pm Florida 

Shadows stretching

Sunlight waning 

Commuters tweeting

Cops waiting

It’s a sorry State

Of affairs

A place that spends more time

In light 

Than darkness