Poetry Blogs (bus)
i was with my mate going to work
when i saw the couple on the bus
they were young and in their 20s
he had mousey hair and she was blond
they were taking time out
and travelling in the philippines
she was finishing her teacher training
and he was a soldier between deployments
while i was commuting to work
in the city to my bpo job
we talked in my head
not in the real world
Thursday 15th February 2018 4:12 pm
they promised us "no rain" but
here we are
at the aptly named Water Lane
where the trees, be-whiskered of finger,
stroke their leaf free, would be, chins
bemused by roots once dry and thin now
fat and drunk
so let’s begin
we passed a fox
we passed a hound
but then a somewhat grisly mound
and from that point south ...
Saturday 5th January 2013 8:31 pm
Just audio at the moment!
Monday 20th February 2012 12:14 am
She is the girl from Sheffield who turns heads wherever she goes.
Her name is Anne and she is a uni girl, into bands and cheap student beer.
I met her on the bus while she was going gigging; she invited me along
and away we went to see the next big thing. At that moment I knew she’d
be mine, this raven haired girl from a foreign place unknown.
Thursday 8th September 2011 9:21 pm