Archive for July, 2015

Friday, July 31st, 2015


Listen: I’ve listened to that guitar 1000 times & nothing ever changes except the colour of your hair

Thursday, July 30th, 2015


I know you’re angry. The world
Sucks. But at least it’s reliable:
It’s always sucked. Let’s enjoy it.

Wednesday, July 29th, 2015


Politics is not Sunday Night at the London Palladium
Although sometimes it tries to be.
If it succeeded I would enjoy it more. (The Tiller Girls.)

Tuesday, July 28th, 2015


Wisdom is not knowledge. It’s a kind of tooth.
Now you’re just being silly.
Yes, Norman, I am.

Monday, July 27th, 2015


Happy Happy Happy
No bugs in the water system
Joy unlimited
The disinfectant coursing through our veins

The air smells of clean living
(but thunder clouds beyond the hills)

Sunday, July 26th, 2015


The financial people
The planning people
The scheduling people
The menu people
The hygiene people
The traffic people
The maintenance people
The permission people
The prohibition people
The people people

Saturday, July 25th, 2015


Allotment Poem #3

The difficulty of the tomato
Is not really a difficulty at all
We all of us need sun and rain
(“so much depends/ upon”)

It loves a house of glass

Friday, July 24th, 2015


Welcome to our town.
There is a temple, although prayer is futile and faith has been mislaid.
There is a great wall surrounding us but peeking over it is not allowed.
There is a valley, or rather our town is in a valley.
There is an aero institution. I don’t know what it means either.
There is a petrol warehouse. It’s full of petrol. NO SMOKING.

Thursday, July 23rd, 2015


Allotment Poem #2

When the wind whips
Around the brussels sprout plants
We are reminded of how
Often we make our own problems

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2015


What’s the point of
Post-Its that don’t stick
& a KFC out of chicken at 11.30 in the morning

or, for that matter,
asking these questions