Dullard poet

Licks

In the middle of Frogmore Street a little boy about four years old stands crying. Forlornly holding an empty wafer cornet in his tightly clenched hand. Clumps of tears descending his cheeks; he wails and he stares deflatedly at the two lumps of defrosting vanilla soft scoop as they relax all over the adjacent pavingContinue reading “Licks”

Plans

Oggi my world was piccolo plotting plans to make it BIGGER Hemmed in by the drumming pioggia this darkness only made it grimmer So I made plans to travel pathways To throw open many doors On this day of flying solo There was room for nothing more

Lullaby

She sings me a lullaby in words no longer to be sung Alone I’d lain for a thousand hours and slumber had not come. I’d closed my eyes tight, counted sheep, eventually called out Muuuuuuum! Her tireless palm So soft, so repetitive strokes the side of my face and hair A touch, assuring, comforting fromContinue reading “Lullaby”

Our crew

August fades still we meet Mob-handed at the corner of a wide-eyed street Adjacent to the park it’s where we gather as a crew Me and he, him, her and you And a few others; all the best of mates Here for a giggle, staying out too late It’s Friday night and we’re in ourContinue reading “Our crew”

Slippage

I should probably have saved this for my big Birthday this year or New Year but it’s out on the page now so I will share it for all of you who may be wondering where the years have gone. Slippage it’s finishedall overanother one passed by a single year olderno wiser am I moreContinue reading “Slippage”

Just in case

Tonight’s full bodied moondoes not distractfrom worries about this vesselfear for the missing cat We are losing timethis tetchiness fueledby poor planning Thank you highways agencyfor nothing The conversation turnsto contraceptionwith the beautiful girl in the back seatwhose flower is poised to burst into bloom. Lorries loom largeshadowing usfrom the spotlight of that glorious moonContinue reading “Just in case”

Fighter

I’m gonna fight tomorrowGot my pad bookedGot a time to show upAll guns blazingmy body, my willmy ammoI will put it all on the lineI am not feartI’ll be just fine Probably can’t say the same for them.

Last day of the school outward bounds trip.

We march them, linked together, into the railway tunnel abandoned and curving in a manner so efficient as to block out light to deny the day No torches permitted Just a stick to tap the way We inch forward Treading on our nerves In a Welsh tunnel where Tottenham are still not very good NeitherContinue reading “Last day of the school outward bounds trip.”

A different hour

So I struck up conversation with the chatbot because I thought the initial selection of verbs was a bit lame. Improvements abound… You could skyrocket a pencil Serenade your coffee mug Salsa wildly with your pillow Bolt your bicycle to a thug You could glide around in sunglasses Sizzle your smartphone til it’s charred DevourContinue reading “A different hour”

One more hour

A nonsense poem, written with the assistance of an AI chatbot. You could jump over coloured pencils Sing into your coffee cup Dance waltzes with your pillow Ditch your bicycle and run You could swim wearing just sunglasses Cook your old smartphone Read the best extracts from your notebook Write songs on your guitar YouContinue reading “One more hour”