Mind Over Scatter

Brow like corrugated iron

Fists of adamant

Every muscle tight

Teeth rasping

Thoughts flying like starlings

A scattered unison

Pissing me off

You flapping

Bastard leave me be

I will not be enraged

An ocean of calm

That shrieking

Will not disturb

Love Poem

I like it.

I really like it

when it’s me and you.

The simplicity

instead of duplicity.

You love me as I am.

And I love you.

End of the Month

For some it was payday

and that meant celebrations

with an early louse

a drinky poo or two

and a takeaway after

For some it was Friday

and that brought the weekend

with the kids at mine

a DVD or two

with no moaning at the ex

For some it was night time

and that meant loneliness

or a cheeky pint

with the lost at the bar

envying others problems

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

On the Psychological State of Dogs

I watched a cat

Returning home

It ignored me and

Slid through the flap

Specially built,

Ruined a door

Just for him

I met a guy

Walking a dog

It sniffed me and

Licked at my hand

Craving my love

Pulled on his lead.

Dogs are needy.

Scotland's Heatwave

This has just been published in an anthology called "A Book of Dreams"  will update details as and when I get them.  Enjoy.

Dishevelled by the sheer numbers

Faces shining from the heat

Of all the other shining faces

We multiply the temperature

With gasped hellos

All gulping at the thick humid

Vapours, guzzling down a drink

Or maybe escape with a smoker

We look for a solution

To cool outside

Disappointed by the fiery

Clouds retaining clammy

Low pressure systems broiling

We wither under heavy skies

And cannot sleep

Un

Run out of reasons

Looking for a motive

For anything

For everything

Every ‘WHY’ shouts back

Another giant question mark

And in creeps

Everything must go

Either that

Or I will

The world’s not big enough

For me

And my unanswered questions.