Went to an olde school
Thought I was an old fool
Told not to drool
Figured I was uncool
Thought I’d finish up in the golden pool
But then I got some fresh tools
To work the new rules
Now I teach a new school
Learn to deal with new fools
Show’em how to use the old tools
How to bend the real rules
How to cruise a new cool.
Frozen figures frostily breathe and wheeze
Moving stilly, silent, silenced and muted
Thin. stubbled old ghosts
Bearing their years, fears and habits
As they stumble forward;
A bus stop post guides a pallid patron,
Cold-handled IGA doors await a post-dawn buyer
Carry bags and shopping trolleys are their guide
Their morning mission must be plied
The cold, icy exhalation of their final days
A mourning of the life they must face
Frost and icy snowy breath
Meets headlong with their stalwart pride
They look up and ask “Is this all, is this it, or have I been lied?”
My heart can’t keep my eyes from looking at you
Even though were states apart;
My heart won’t stop beating for you
Even though our new love is yet to start.
Just what happened last night
For once I seemed to get it all right
It all seemed to go so tight
Could this be the end of my plight
I still can’t believe…, it all happened so quickly,
Two people, freshly dealing with feelings
Feelings with a reputation
Of behaving …,oh so fickly.
But we’re still to have our first dance
Though we’ve had our first kiss
And what a kiss, we took it first chance;
So what’s next? Is there something I miss,
Other than you.
I just want my heart to be humble
It’s days till I see you again;
I’m sure this time round it won’t crumble,
I’m sure this is the end of my pain.
You’ll play hard to get, how could I forget
I’ll try not to seem smitten
Must remember it’s a chase,
Must be chaste lest I be chased;
Still got something in reserve, just hope I get what I deserve.
Oh no! Not another moon
Lighting loves both lost and alive;
Do you moon on grief and love thrive
When I, here, must drink to survive..?
Begone! Please….. You are not needed;
Lovers lust for dark,
And even a super blue moon goes unheeded;
I have my fire which will me spark
Into action to make my mark;
While I wax, you will wane
And with it, you may take my pain.
Meth-heads, easily led
Into a wasted bed, if you’re not too well read;
Dicks finish up dead,
Rubbed sore till they’re bright red;
Randy but only in the head,
Leaves the woman unsolved,
A relationship unwittingly evolved,
Drug/sex ambitions wretchedly revolved
Their fickle futures quite quickly devolved;
Their faces sucked into
Little glass pipes, it’s a sin to
Partake of this fetter
That ain’t no life, just bullshit and strife.
Get real man, it’s probably better
To be happy with just a Stan, or maybe even a wife.
Time to give it away and get on with your life.
Sometimes I know you’ve said you wished you were sterile
And you always thought my thoughts were puerile
I must’ve turned out your version of feral
And you always feared I was in some sort of trouble;
Oh Meryl, now that you’re the one in peril,
So sorry to burst your geriatric bubble,
Now that you’re the one in my care,
Now that all that’s left is a vacant stare,
Well, this is where I really get into trouble,
Coz I tried my hardest while you were still nearly there,
I tried as hard as I would ever dare,
But sad to say,
Things went completely astray
And it looks like it’s come the day
Where I have to go back to Life’s play;
You got me thinking you were a bitch and a witch
You thought I was a snitch unhitched
This has left us both by each other corrupted
And I’m sad this is how it’s erupted;
We could blame the hospital, your dumb doctor
All I wanted to be was your fucking proctor;
But the truth is, my view on the tender gender
Has struggled, since for you I was always on a bender;
So your care for now I’ll have to be a lender
And mail you back ‘return to sender’
To my exemplary ex-wife
She’ll do her best to sort your strife
She was always way too good for me
The outcome this time, we’ll have to wait and see
But please remember, I tend to write in a bit of a fit
And poetic license might make me seem a filial heretic.
Dropped mum off at hospital,
Not so bad, better than a moon unit
With a bit of time maybe retune it
Always hope, a new perspective
Anything’s better than retrospective.
Or is it?
New plugs, a quick reboot
New computer took it for a quick scoot
Quick cure for repression, depression
Doing one sixty alongside a Chrysler
He spies the law, I get caught,
Never too late to get taught;
My reasons not stuck in a craw
Didn’t have time my breath to draw
Random man gets random breath
Check it out, count to five,
Told the copper why I drive
No real threat of death
No sure sign of social insurgency
But rather a medical emergency.
Get let go, my shout, I’m no lout
If I break the law, I’ll wear it’s clout
But only if they catch me.
Goes the clock;
Round our blue green planet
Spins this rather large rock,
What one might geologically call,
A chip off the old block
That long ago did skyward fall
And to us all recently displayed,
Save perhaps to the locked away lunatics misbehaved,
A planetary delection.
A lunar confection
In the form of a super moon,
Easier for the cow and the runaway spoon,
A giant golden-hued balloon
Takes our attention in a tidal display
As it swam the sky both night and day.