but here i am,
and i feel like i am trespassing
because for all of my life
i have been outside peering over his fence
Category: Poems and Writing 2020
Today I Sold My Dad’s Car – Written Saturday 8th February 2020 (Aged 44)
and it smelt like all his cars had
it smelt of him
and many many childhood days
they had always smelled like that
since i was small, going back
when, in the 1970’s i sat in mum’s lap
The Goodness – Written Friday 7th February 2020 (Aged 44)
and it is not like when i was younger
when i pledged my allegiance to lovers
some of whom quickly lost their hunger
as we played adult hide and seek under the covers
Something to Lessen the Chill – Written Friday 7th February 2020 (Aged 44)
today.. it shifted slightly
the week, slow to start,
eventually it has flown by
It Is Exhausting – Written Friday 7th February 2020 (Aged 44)
the relationship with my dad,
was exhausting
and is his death, well it is no different
Locals – Written Sunday 22nd Monday 2020 (Aged 45)
to defy the rules
in this post ruth, post expert world
where their stupidity
has become very vocal
they just looked like locals in a local pub
being just too local
A Time Like This – Written Sunday 22nd March 2020 (Aged 45)
clearly they had not checked,
every piece of information or the pages
seemingly oblivious to the workers, and their –
‘flexible’ contract, zero hour contracts and low wages
The Pandemic Heist – Written Sunday 22nd March 2020 (Aged 45)
it has been a privilege –
to turn our blind eyes
to blame others
and to show such little care
or for us to enjoy ignorance
Further Versions of Me – Written Thursday 6th February 2020 (Aged 44)
i am pieces of the treasure and minutes in the night
i am the full fat diet version
of my tin can fizzy life
i am a full on digital conversion
the one deleted by my first wife
Crowd Pleaser (Crowd Leaver) – Written Thursday 6th February 2020 (Aged 44)
i love to show off
i am funny,
and i love making laugh
there is a high,
and sense of delirious power
