Started on 07 May 201411 poems
I’m just going outside for a good healthy smoke,
Escaping the sanctimonious chatter, lest I’ll have
It’s a long list this,
My executable backlog,
Loading up the stress on my creaking bones
I wish I wasn’t such a numpty,
Plodding around other peoples conversations with size
I remember that first time I sipped.
Well actually the second.
The first time…ah then…I was just a
Clandestine, secret, furtive movements,
Out the back, and away to the shed.
Snatching a quick look
Sauntering round the shops, doing the man thing,
Duty, but oh heck bored rigid.
Elbows on the
Forty three years.
Forty three long years actually, but who’s counting.
Finally, I’m here.
Brown-stained mug rinsed, but not washed, tay-bag in.
Oh! How I love those male tears
finer than a plate of oysters
In full throttle a child screamed from behind closed doors, competing with the howling gale
I am a kiss that wakes the long dead winter,
a sleepsong that rouses new heart beats.
I am air