but it feels so far away
the victorian houses
the edwardians streets
they no longer feel like home turf –
beneath my feet
Category: Poems and Writing 2017
I Am Sorry – Written Thursday 14th September 2017 (Aged 42)
i am sorry,
felt cheap and already paid
i could not score it
beyond something quite low
The Hard Edge of a Shell – Written Thursday 14th September 2017 (Aged 42)
i do not always want to take part
i am not fixer,
or a joiner
or even a hand mixer
When Paper Cups Were Connected by Simple String – Written Thursday 14th September 2020 (Aged 42)
we chew over the fat
and pick over the carcass
feasting on the bones
we pick on the rest and we push
Engulfed – Written Thursday 14th September 2017 (Aged 42)
you have to understand,
every like,
every moment,
every decision,
it has been highlighted
Naked Ambition – Written August 2017 (Aged 42)
when does –
naked ambition
put back on its clothes
when is it comfortable
to pose?
The Garden Has a Tall Tree – Written August 2017 (Aged 42)
i suspect
there is no room in your life
for the likes of me
the bike is in the shed
and the garden has a tall tree
Friendship Fool – Written July 2017 (Aged 42)
now, now you show the world
that you cannot do enough for them
but for me you could do very little
i think you have made up the life you live
A Neutral Colour – Written July 2017 (Aged 42)
make sure you have folded your dreams
and put them back,
in the airing cupboard
So Good, So Far? – Written July 2017 (Aged 42)
i think the realisation
that it is an, ‘unholy mess’,
and that people, like fruit to a tree,
hang onto flaws
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