Philosophical Poem

A poem from 1986

waiting for a bus in a bus station

is like waiting for the girl of my dreams -

she sits in the centre of the yard

so I watch her from afar

and as she begins to move towards me

somebody changes the route number

The City Sights

A poem from 2017

Oh, the sights!

The city sights!

Don’t these people know what they look like?

Cacophony

A poem from 2017

OhMyGodShe’sSoCuteWeNeedOneOfThose!

I’ve bought some food items from TK Maxx

Then went to Waitrose

I need crayfish

I’m going on holiday soon

I have to get some dollars

*HighPitchedGirlIsTalkingTooFastIHaveNoClueWhatSheIsSaying*

*Baby Cries*

Yes, I know, that’s what I said

What a cute little doggie!

*sloppy kiss noise times 3*

*fast, excited, African language*

Just sit there and wait!

Goodbye, then

“Ticket number 461 go to Counter G, please!”

(Yes, that’s me!)

Tomboy

A poem from 2017

Tom was a normal cis white boy

And happy to be that way

But some hard left nutjobs hated on him

Because he wasn't gay

Mooch

A poem from 2017

I'm bored

I'm lonely

No one

No only

It's 1995 and there's no Internet

It hasn't been invented yet

It's Christmas and I'm living abroad

I didn't want to go home this year

Five days off work with nothing to do

I can't even call on friends

It's freezing outside and I'm not going walking alone

So I stay indoors the whole time

Only two TV stations

I'm so numb, wandering from room to room for a change of scene

It's oh so quiet and I'm in internal agony

The hurt makes me fall to the floor in self pity

Tears not flowing because that's not how I roll

Lying there, feeling sorry for myself

Clenching and unclenching fists

The pain burns within

How much more of this can I take?

I want to scream but who would hear?

Is this how it will always be?

Walking aimlessly through life alone?

Bitter, so bitter

This isn't fair

This really isn't fair

This really is fear

The fear is real

Soon I'll be back at work

And what then?

Time

A poem from 1993

Time flies

faster than I

The Pill

A poem from 2017

I was feeling just a little ill

The doctor said “you need this pill”

It will

Make you better

Thrilled I got them from the chemist

But I did not really expect

The horrid potential side effects

Fifty ways to die a death

I flushed the them down the loo

And went to bed to rest

Birdsong

A poem from 2017

Awoken this morning at 6am

Birdsong

What a shame it was only pigeons

And crows

Smirk

A poem from 2017

Instinctively

We catch each other’s eye

Conspiratorially

We are laughing

Not with them

But at them

Exclamation

A poem from 2017

My God!

You are so beautiful!

To me, you are so beautiful!

My God!

You are so beautiful!

To me, you are so beautiful!

Greensleeves

A poem from 1986

I’ve got a cold

and my nose keeps running,

but I forgot my hankie...

Rosie Lee

A poem from 2017

Rosie Lee is the girl for me

I picked her out especially

In the warm sun she stood delicately

Smiling

Rosie Lee is the girl for me

A perfect blend of femininity

The colour of her skin just perfectly   

Refreshing

Rosie Lee is the girl for me

Three times a day she kisses me

Reaches deep inside of me

Heartwarming

Rosie Lee is the girl for me

An exotic hint of mystery   

She really is my cup of tea   

Delicious