Author Archives: The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Being: A Savvy Poem

To be a being, to be a me that is a being, I must not be benign. To be benign is to be immobile, immoveable, to be a sign of being just so. But being a being, that is a being that is me, I find myself not a being to be a something thatContinue reading “Being: A Savvy Poem”

200: A Silly Poem

  Today, by midnight, I’ll score two hundred hits. This day, two hundred days on, I’ll be a something that is older than the something that I am today. And then?   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019    Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

2: MOT

  The Dacia’s almost made it. It’s stalled and choked its way through another year, and is now  being put through its paces by Chilton’s most-trusty Treadfirst engineer. I’m hoping it will pass. If my Dacia can pass muster, then I can make it too. For although I’ve just signed on the dotted line forContinue reading “2: MOT”

1: A Diary

  I’ve done it! Volunteered myself for redundancy and signed on the dotted line. Redundancy seems a poor choice of word, and totally inadequate for a process that involves stepping into my new life; a life in which I will be anything but redundant, anything but a spare. In this life, I will be workingContinue reading “1: A Diary”

Deblobbed: A Silly Poem

All roughed up inside a Marks and Spencer’s cardigan, I decide that its time. Time for a clean-up. I purchase a roll of sticky-tap that promises to be the best of all deblobblers. And, I prepare myself – for the deblobbing. I roll out the tape, determined to tough it out – to do awayContinue reading “Deblobbed: A Silly Poem”

Full Coverage: A Savvy Poem

Cover me up, he says Nothing short, nothing cropped, and nothing tight.   Wanting to please, and wanting to cover up, to reserve myself – just for him, I buy it big and wear it baggy.   Hold it in, he says. I told you, didn’t I? I told you not to show; to showContinue reading “Full Coverage: A Savvy Poem”

Formalisation: A Savvy Poem

To be on form is to be sensationalised. To be on form is not to be real. To be on form makes no sense of any kind of nonsensical nonsense and is – in a sense – completely and utterly senseless. And, no, I am not just a someone – a someone striving to beContinue reading “Formalisation: A Savvy Poem”