I’m not a people person
In case you couldn’t tell
So this self-isolation
Suits me rather well
I like to be at home
To potter and to mope
I’ve always tried to keep 6 feet
‘twixt me and other folk…
Poems, Essays and Music
I’m not a people person
In case you couldn’t tell
So this self-isolation
Suits me rather well
I like to be at home
To potter and to mope
I’ve always tried to keep 6 feet
‘twixt me and other folk…
WORDS CRASH AROUND MY HEAD
TOO MANY TO BE SAID…
You trip me up upon the stairs
Lace my chair with mud and hair…
She’d only gone in for carrots and sprouts
(She’d heard they were 29p
For the festive period, not bad at all
Thought she’d have some with her tea
She crept through giant tinsel
A neon flashing Hell
American accents on repeat
Wailed a jazzed-up “Jingle Bells…”
A lways have a bloody cold
U mbrella inside out
T rod in dog shit under leaves
U p all night with fireworks…..
Dear Alcohol
We have had a long and bumpy relationship, but thank you for the haze. The half-oblivion when total oblivion seemed attractive.
We’ve had trial separations before, I know. But this time it feels different…
Decaf coffee, tabloids
Life coaches and Zoom
receptionists and weddings
Lifts and waiting rooms…
Blow me! I’ve reached half a century
And the devil still ain’t sent for me
I wonder if this is how it’s meant to be
Just me and a skip full of memories?..
We went to pick blackberries up in the woods
With a plastic bowl each and our old welly boots
But the berries were smaller than in previous years
And you said, ”We’ll not find the best ones ‘round here…”
Kathy O’Toole was a painter, not the ones you hang on walls
But skirting boards and ceilings, window frames and doors
Steel-capped boots, jeans slung low, curls cut close to her head
Paint on her t-shirt, between her toes
Big Irish smile wherever she went
Kathy O’Toole came from Cavan but a-travellin’ she did go
And we met her in London in a pub on City Road
Oh we weren’t in a hurry ‘cos it was Friday night
And 5 or 6 pints later
We’d put the world to rights…