Tired bodies,
ravaged by 20 years of kids and progress,
time thickened legs, bloated rear end,
handbags danced still around
sucked in stomachs
no longer cool an option,
later, cocoa, an appropriate end,
background hiss filled ears, sleep.
2 April 2012
The 80s Disco
31 March 2012
The thin veil
Petrol runs dry,
Country grinds quickly to a desperate halt,
Troops out.
The thin veil of civilisation,
Grab, rip, tear, anarchy exposed.
The toothache
Dull, jaw ache distracts
Tongue probes,a finger picks
Trapped morsels imagined
23 March 2012
18 March 2012
25 February 2012
22 February 2012
waiting for a train in 140 characters or less
waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, for a train
16 February 2012
The mental shoulder shrug
The mental shoulder shrug
Cafe au lait in Cafe Rouge
Time passed, Parisian pavements
Lost thoughts, careless moments.
14 February 2012
huge kids
they used to be small
now they are huge with attitude
i look up
from my lowly position of parent
see the results
of that investment in fruit, vegetables, protein and love
it seems to have worked
why would i ever have thought otherwise
they can be sensible
looking up again
from that feet on the ground perspective
i smile
4 February 2012
5 boys
five boys, two phones
three watch, two play
three gifts, for birthdays
six parents, no choice
28 January 2012
Trip to the dentist
you can go straight in
no waiting, no time to think
perfunctory chat, the chair back sinks
hand over control
smells, glare, open mouth, noises
occasional aah – not much of a conversation
plastic sucks metal prods
several injections stab pain
numbing silence
whirring drill might be pneumatic
gag
hold on tight
large spectacles see spit fountain
filling, squeak and scrape
clamp those teeth, up and down, a few times
looks good
rinse and spit out the bits
quick clean and quick payment
departure.
the trip to the dentist,
never a great experience.
22 January 2012
The train of infinity
endless hypnotic wait for the passing
in cold trance of a train
of infinite length, flatbed truck follows
flatbed truck after flatbed truck
lengthening a crossing queue
of, eventually, growing irritation as
the train never seems to end.
Dark Saturday afternoon on Tritton Road
It’s January and everywhere is dark and wet and miserable.
The Lincoln slate sky covers a time of drabness day,
Flat blue-red-brick- beige-grey-dark in the paint-damp-run drizzle,
Orange branding tries vainly to B&Q brighten the desperate place,
Over the neon road, lights just make it though the gloom:
SCS, Pets at Home, Starbucks, Staples, Comet, PC World, Currys
Countrywide conformity reflected in dark and miserable grey.