Saturday, 7 November 2009

Bang Bang Bang

There’s always someone

Hammering somewhere

Nailing wood

Hanging frames

Or just making a noise


But I’ve never met anyone

Who hammers for a living

Not even

Trini Lopez

Yet it never stops


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Friday, 6 November 2009

Wise Words

"Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us
at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts
itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday."
John Wayne

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Thursday, 5 November 2009

Cough

Thick lines of stereo flashing fake lights dance before me.

My head feels like it’s someone else’s,

The pain cuts but the thoughts are muffled.

The airholes block and contract and send me into sleepiness.

Weariness rules from a distant throne of smothered senses.

The liquid drips and starts and presents itself, much stronger, after each laboured breath.

Medicate, eliminate, dry up the symptoms and rest.


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Wednesday, 4 November 2009

Free writing from quotes

"The world is your oyster but your future's a clam." Paul Weller

I once heard a comedian deconstruct 'the world's your oyster.' He asked: "Have you ever seen an oyster? Once you get the shell open it's basically a giant grey bogey." I laughed as every good British pessimist should.
Does the adage still apply? Well if you get oysters at the right time of year and cook them properly they are absolutely delicious. They go well with Champagne and good company. So does life so it seems to work.
However, eat them out of season and you'll get at best a stomach ache and at worst poisoned. Also could apply to life. I've met a few poisonous people and I've had my fair share of sore tummies.
You can't mention oysters without considering pearls. Shellfish that might produce a precious stone? Still, it seems it's all about luck. Maybe we should say: "The world is your oyster, it might give you something beautiful, it might taste really nice or it might kill you." Hmmm. Doesn't really work that way does it?
I think it's our view of the oyster needs changing. Maybe it was never meant to be the shellfish. Maybe, just maybe it means the magnificent creation you got from the ice-cream van. Delicious vanilla in a wafer shell with a spot of chocolate topped off with shavings of succulent coconut!
The world is a treat so you might as well enjoy it before it melts.

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Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Background

There is a street

that’s never silent.

Doorbells chime

and cats meow.


Postmen whistle,

lorries rumble,

TVs clamour.


The only time

You can’t hear its nonsense

is when you shut the window

and go to sleep.


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Monday, 2 November 2009

Dear Diary

This story came second in a writing competition.
Just click the title to go to the website.

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Sunday, 1 November 2009

Swimming

We stand around in our trunks

Uncomfortable at baring our bodies

Bellys hanging over

Fat arses squeezing into lycra

Nervously we start to chat

About the times when we all swam like dolphins

Please don’t make us prove it

Eventually we get cold

Milling about by the glaring poolside

Goosebumps start appearing

Our scrotums the size of walnuts

Splash! He dives. Big torpedo.

Down the steps gently for some of the others

Front crawl, breast stroke, back stroke

All different yet we’re all swimming


More tomorrow...