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Poem: Do I Need A Wedding Hat?

Do I Need A Wedding Hat? . . The hard thing is finding just the right outfit to wear to a wedding. You spend hours looking at every page on the web, you trail around the shops every consecutive day for a bloody month, you send away for outfits then fret about returning them. Why […]

Poem: Row To Hoe.

Row To Hoe. . There is such a Profitable margin of land Available for cultivation Lying in the fallow space Between the waking And the sleeping. . .

Poem: In The Rough.

In The Rough. . There is always Something worth polishing, Like hidden precious stones, Carelessly concealed Amongst the dust devils Of an average rainy day. . .  

Poem: Hallelujah.

Hallelujah. . . Trying on an old favourite Long relegated to the too-small pile And finding out that suddenly I actually can fasten the zip. . .

Poem: Fast Lane.

Fast Lane. . . Yes….Yes….Yes, It feels good To finally know That I absolutely can Tell you to fuck off…. And really mean it. . .

Poem: The Heebie Jeebies.

The Heebie Jeebies. . . Looking out from the window On such a moonlit night Is like being in a plot From a Dean R. Koontz novel. . .

Poem: Brighton Rocks On.

Brighton. . . As a six year old child Down in sunny old Brighton She found all the fun Of a story by Blyton. She ran on the beach With a playmate called Babs And caught herself quite a big Bucket of crabs. . As a drunken teenager In sunny old Brighton The way she […]

Poem: Life In Technicolour.

Life In Technicolour. . . Speak to me pretty And I feel pretty, Life is all checked gingham And a surrey with a fringe on top. . .

Poem: Secret Needs.

Secret Needs. . . Everyone has their habits, Mine is to keep my diary at hand To satisfy the feeling that I have forgotten something important. Which seems to me to be an improvement On the deeply wired compulsion Of someone who keeps a collection Of cheesy socks hidden under the bed. . .

Poem: What Is Fucking Wrong With You.

What Is Fucking Wrong With You. . . I have told you To fuck-off before And now I’m telling you To go and fuck-off again. I am really getting fucked off With having to tell you to fuck-off. . .