No not a reference to Sergeant Pepper that was 20 but out of curiosity here an unseen poem from 1991. Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now.. ENGLAND SWINGS Soho doorway, December ’66sleet melting on daisy-patternedplastic raincoat, seeping to salt linesup purple suede slip-onsHer front teeth bite her bottom lipas…
poem a day
Writer’s Block…..smash the piano!
IGGY POP IN A SIDEBOARD Too much thinking fucks you up Too much time slips through the cracks Worrying about the rain, the funerals The way the poplar trees creak in the wind And all along the drip of ice melting off The corrugated asbestos roof a metronome The beat of a disillusioned parade…
Poem for poetry day – My Father’s Crashes
A poem I started in 2010 and finished yesterday… My Father’s Crashes We could tell by the engine When my father’s truck was home. The diesel engine would vibrate The windows as he reversed in. My mother would boil the kettle at 5pm Knowing he would arrive. Three times in five years he…
Dead North
Dead North M1 7 p.m. Braided like D.N.A. we flicker in a northbound lane twined like flax woven with fertilizer lorries, flat-loads tankers and porta-kabins under digitised words ‘salt spreading’ Capital’s crawling artery bunged northward creeps each vein full of despatch tall orders, whims and haste precision marketing targets the next truck reads REALITY: realitygroup.com…
Poem a day? The Return
Probably a forlorn hope but trying to write a poem a day to get back to writing ..here the first try. Will end up a poem every other day or a poem a week if lucky but at least started . No preamble to this just wrote it – will consider meaning about five years…