all kinds of verse - long, short, true, sad, humourous, corny, cliched, rhyming, blank, sex, death, perversion, love, etc - all and more are fair game. published in a handful of books & e-zines. with a few notable exceptions - esp John Cooper Clarke & Betjemen - I prefer the written word.
A private function seamed stockings hove into view & shapely legs; she hitches up her dress pulls down her French knickers, sits, not two feet away, and strikes a match on the bare brick walls of the outside lavvie & settles with a woodbine blue smoke in sunshines in over the top of the door and dusty sparkles floating in the shafts of light he sees the downy golden hairs on her arms, the pink rubber & wire suspenders on her thighs and all else that passes whilst she smokes her cigarette, unhurriedly she cannot hear the frantic rustling or laboured breathing through the peephole into her private world but finishes what she needs to do as does he and flushes but as she lifted the latch stepped out & turned, he swore she looked back over her shoulder momentarily and winked. His world the owl is calling to me out there in the darkness he pulls me away from my sofa & comfort zone to listen in wonderment to his call of the wild maybe he sees me through the rain silhouetted in the doorway from his perch high in a tree, and while I sleep he’ll silently glide down into my dreams and I’ll find myself awake at the top of a tree watching a shadowy figure in a distant doorway. The King and I I saw Him the other day pushing a trolley round K-Mart & He confided, yeah, it’s true – that He’d just had enough of the fame & all that goes with it, so He shaved his head, got a couple of tattoos and lives in a trailer park in Arizona; - still wearing the shades, though, & the white rhinestone suit, which, under the circumstances, I thought was a bit of a giveaway, really, but He says that’s cool, cos everyone just assumes He’s Elvis. The Darkness she told me all about her dreams and about a thing called love I’d never heard it’s like before so I asked her what I could she spoke of things beyond my ken of lands where strange things grow where little girls & little boys reap what their parents sow I asked her where this land could be & whether we could go there but she answered that it’s here & now and I only need to look there she laughed at me and I at her as the darkness fell away she took my hand & softly gave a kiss of life that day. more @ poemsetfree.com
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