The End of the World

A poem from 1995

The world ended a long time ago

I’m waiting for the rest to catch up

Waiting for something interesting to happen

But seriously doubting it will

Just biding my time

twiddling my thumbs

So boring

day in, day out

not much changes

summer’s here and I hate it

autumn will come and that’s okay

winter is a drag

spring is the pleasant time, spoiled only

by the thought of dreadful summer

then before you know it

a year has gone by

and everything’s the same

and the end of the world came a long time ago

and I’m still waiting

and nothing interesting happens

my watch hasn’t stopped

just twiddling my thumbs

So boring

year in, year out

not much changes

some new worries

a bit more hopelessness

summer’s here

and I hate it

Camouflage

A poem from 2018

Keeping a beady eye on you

Melting into the background

You can't see me hiding

But I see you

And everything you do

Storing it up in mind

Waiting till I can use it against you

The Battle of Milvian Bridge

A poem from 2018

In this sign, conquer

With this sign, conquer

On your knees, conquer

Through love, conquer

Praying for your enemies, conquer

Forgiving, conquer

In meekness, conquer

In righteousness, conquer

In life and in death, conquer

In joy, conquer

I could call down armies of angels

I could call down fire from heaven

I could make the ground swallow you up

I choose to die a death I don’t deserve

Bow your heads, conquer

In repentance, conquer

In faith, conquer

In silence, conquer

In peace, conquer

By your love they will know

Take my words into the world

Populate the kingdom of Heaven

Carry your cross, conquer

Tag Team

A poem from 2018

Two are better than one

Life comes at you fast

Good times don’t always last

When life cheats

Has you beat

Lean on me

When enemies double

And I am in trouble

Be there for me

Together we can stand

Darling, take my hand

Two are better than one

Antithesis of a Love Poem

A poem from 1986

your eyes are half-closed in permanent sleep

your voice is drippy

and your hairstyle is out of date

your legs are like tree trunks

the bark scaled with Dutch Elm disease

your voice is like a foghorn

your nose is squidgy and piggy

and your feet like a pigeon’s

your hair is like rope

if I were to run my fingers through it

I’m sure they’d come out bitten to pieces

by the indwelling creatures

half of your teeth are missing

but I have to admit

that your moustache is well-groomed

World To Rights

A poem from 2018

We sat

Chewed the fat

All night

Put the world to rights

The world ignored us

And carried on as usual

Kendo Nagasaki

A poem from 2018

Masked villains

We used to laugh at you

We thought you were no threat

A silly little gimmick

But as time passed

Your antics became more extreme

And now you hold the world to ransom

Hypnotising and making us act like chickens

You threw salt into our eyes

It stings and makes us cry

The sword of your indignation

And foolishness cuts down society

The tail wags the dog

We always wanted to rip off your mask

But now you have taken it off yourself

And we see the full darkness in your eyes

You will stop at nothing

You are insatiable

Your insanity knows no end