Bring it on!
I cracked open two double – yolkers,
Sent them sliding across the pan.
Then I began to butter some bread cakes.
To the left of me a white kettle grumbled.
It was late Sunday morning…
And some guy on the radio was waffling shit
About tomato plants and I thought it amazing
That some people would have waited all week
Just to tune in and listen to this tedious little gardener
With his strange gargling voice, who probably ejaculated
Whenever he ran his fingers through a good organic compost
I shuddered… and cut him dead
Just as the kettle began to gallop furiously,
Spitting and bubbling before clicking itself to a steaming halt.
I spooned coffee into my special mug and then returned
To my eggs - they were doing just fine!
And in those few minutes, with my back to the heat, I began
To rip myself open: To reflect on missed opportunities –
The failures, to wonder what he or she might be doing now,
And then the positives: The desire to plan, to rebuild
To take the bull by the bollocks and this time -
Really go for it!
I carried my thick white stack into the living room
Placed my coffee at my feet and sank back into my chair
You see to me existence is a recurring nightmare
A continual battle against the odds
A tightrope challenge across a pool of Piranhas
A succession of loaded gloves that you can never quite dodge;
But I’ll tell you something: no matter how tough it is
Or how tough it’s going to get - one thing’s certain
After I’ve demolished these two big babies - I’ll be ready for it!