In Dock
never heard her weep out loud before
hard to believe she loves me so much
they called her in for this one last time
no kisses allowed or a hint of a touch
lonely years and empty days before that
vision of blue eyes and short red dress,
the night fate put me on the right path
ending years of drift and its futile mess
takes a lot to kill love but I did my best
pu...
Tuesday 27th July 2021 10:16 am
Shades
through a window I rewind my life
the words I never seemed to utter
dreams that turned to piles of dust
it's better to pull down the shutter
that's the woman I didn't marry, a
love affair left to wither and stutter
her tears fall like rain in the street
it's better to pull down the shutter
sins of youth that seemed so bland
echo down the hot concrete gutter
...
Friday 23rd July 2021 11:19 am
Angel Cake
down main street I sprinted, sweating
running blindly, just as fast as I could
clutching that angel cake to my chest
preparing to defend it with my blood
in those days before CCTV it was easy
I distracted the assistant and pounced
lately you enter a shop and at once
your whole life story gets announced
olden days were best, we were free,
kids could safely walk ...
Wednesday 21st July 2021 10:42 am
Necks
not many there today to see him go
curtain opens up and away he slides
soon its back to scissors and comb
my specialty is short back and sides
increasingly I'm tempted by necks
a cut-throat razor in my right hand
so vulnerable with arteries bulging
I cannot expect you to understand
yet I'm no modern sweeney todd
its doing the embalming at night
the danger of...
Thursday 15th July 2021 11:18 am
Perpendicular
across the road she crouches and mopes
I can imagine us both in all sorts of capers
her dead husband's crane collapsed, the
tragic story splashed in all the daily papers
the width of a street yet a yawning gap
behind her the glow of a widow at night
my crane gleams in the moonlight clear
no metal fatigue affects its noble height
airborne pokes my rude steeple, a b...
Sunday 11th July 2021 11:10 am
Kindling
over the road the place is in flames
siren and screams music to my ears
time to go before the coppers arrive
for if I'm not careful I'll get ten years
baby-sitter she played with my willie
she sprawled yawning on their bed
bare naked after using hard drugs
flames from her matches bright red
how often I got my fingers burned
disastrous smell of singeing hair
...
Tuesday 6th July 2021 1:02 pm
Gaga
I feel just like a chimney pot
that's been hit by lightning,
after overhearing her on the
phone, for it was frightening
having a fling with a woman
doesn't talk like that to me
why she's been off it lately
promised her she'd be free
things are now making sense
no more those tickling toes
saying I needed to be firmer
bedside drawer full of dildos
d...
Saturday 3rd July 2021 11:09 am
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