Thursday 28 March 2024

beneath the grief

beneath the grief


the wrath of grief spat

into the teeth of a gale

slowly subsiding


the sun is over the horizon

dip your toes in

for real



the tides of time 

both ebb and flow

flow and ebb


there now 

my cariad

there now 

relatively speaking

 

relatively speaking


as we get older

your age is catching up with me

if we get to infinity 

will you be the same age as me


as near as damn it

i’ll dare say it you see

that distance is relative 

as you grow closer to me


for the time is fast approaching 

when the front will be the back

when the last shall be first

and …


now look i’ve gone and lost track

fairy nough

fairy nough 


the british public 

are like sleeping beauty

and the prince is the prick 

that sent them to sleep

‘republic now’

is the wicked witch

that will wake them up

a princess is only priceless

in a fairy story


fare ye well

but only if you say so 

Wednesday 27 March 2024

global heating

 global heating


suddenly

it was not gradual 

suddenly it was suddenly

tomorrow today

when the saucepan boiled over 

there was egg everywhere 

over everyone’s face

i told you they would say

why didn’t you tell us

yesterday 

that there is no tomorrow 

anymore 

today

oh i say

 oh i say


they paint the sea

they write the sea

like sandcastles

they get washed away

Monday 25 March 2024

the pipe

 the pipe


he gave up smoking

threw his pipe into the river

every day it stared at him

unblinking in the rusty water

just outside the moulders’ tea cabin

respite burnt into pathos

blinking unblinking

a memory refusing to flow

with the river of time

poetry is

 poetry is


poetry is

like the comedian

unable to cope with the best china

flying off a conveyor belt

smithereens

the words trash the floor

swept into piles by the janitor of genre

like the metaphorical bull in a china shop

like pearls before the swine

look out!

here comes another one