I hold you in words
of fragile glass syllables
lest you break apart
Month: October 2016
The Classics
old Sophocles
would often tease
his mate Homer’s
oddities
And Socrates
then scraped his knees
such a tragedy
said Euripides
I Never Met A Billboard I Didn’t Like
they stand naked
atop an old caravan
in the desert moonlight
because they smoke
French cigarettes
she dances wildly
smiling at everyone
at Mardi Gras
because she enjoys
unlimited coverage
he sits secure
clad in an old cardigan
on a leather easy chair
because his loved ones won’t worry
about funeral expenses
The War Poet
let me die
in battle
peacefully
in my bed
fighting
until
I’ve spilled
for king and country
the very last drop
of my cocoa
epigram on a heartbeat
If you could read my ECG
you’d see just peaks as you looked at me.
Song Idea (notes)
It’s a bloody sin
the price of gin
especially in these days
when a good stiff drink
can stop you think-ing
how we got this way
5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-eighteen : waxing)
the candle flickers
because it can’t hold itself
against our love’s light
candy is dandy
That Ogden Nash
was pretty flash
but Rupert Brooke
had all the luck
Strange Fruit
that Barbary apes
enjoy their grapes
is not beyond dispute
but don’t give them satsumas
they’re not their favourite fruit
they’ll likely only
sniff at them
and kick them to the wall
or chuck ’em at the tourists
when they come to call
Pigeons Again (a nursery rhyme)
where do all the pigeons go to die?
how come they aren’t all falling from the sky?
is there a special place somewhere
that their ghostly coos are heard
oh where do all the pigeons go to die?
the blighters rock 