‘Cucumber’ courtesy of Pixabay.com If I sliced it into twenty slivers and sliced each sliver into a sluice of a slush I would no longer have a cucumber Just a soup that once consumed would slither through my inners and slip out into the sewers sloppy Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired byContinue reading “The Last Cucumber from my Fridge”
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Mango Bubbles
‘Bubbles’ courtesy of Pixabay.com The conception of bubbles Mango masses for ever Forever bubbles that pop and disappear into old age One-off bubbles momentary Did I dream them up? Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired by the poem ‘Hair’, by Franciso Aragon
A New Year Queue
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com How can I shout my thoughts to the world, when trapped in my passage is something unfurled? Christmas is over – that much is true, so why can’t I shift, then, my arse off the loo? Year’s not done – I must see the end – so where is the bogContinue reading “A New Year Queue”
The Flood
The floods are coming to mark an end to my break – to dream days in my terraced cabin. I heed the neighbour’s warnings and move on out, lingering on wood-slatted patio – watching the last one leave. Still time, I think, to step back in – still time to gather up my things –Continue reading “The Flood”
Christmas Meltdown
‘Sleepy Sitter’ by Jay Cool How ’tis to be – by soft brush swiped with chocolate shades of Christmas; to feel one’s cheeks, once so milk-white, wiped out – by melted orange? Copyright owned by Jay Cool, December 2018 Inspired by the poem ‘False but Beautiful’ by John Rolin Ridge.
Profit Clamping
‘Empty Car Park’ image from Wikimedia.commons Ex policeman’s on his rounds, prowling Aberystwyth’s grounds. He’s sniffing through the inner zone; he wants to catch you all alone. Dare you break the madman’s rules? Don’t you go and break his tools. Better get your permit out – save yourself without a shout! If you wantContinue reading “Profit Clamping”
Grunts and Glurks at The Tap
And yet another exciting, ripple-inducing comedy evening, hosted by our emcee, PJ! PJ’s on a bit of a roll already, telling rip-roaring jokes about Europe, pensions and Brownies. Pretty sure that there’s a connection – somewhere – between this trio, but I’m a trifle distracted by the contortions of our emcee’s lips. Somehow the dipped-upperContinue reading “Grunts and Glurks at The Tap”
Day 6.3: Doomed in Dawley
It’s almost 4pm, and the day is over before it has begun. Over with a trip down Memory Lane to Telford’s Tesco store. Has my ancestral home of Dawley been subsumed by a supermarket’s bid to take over the world? I came to Shropshire to find traces of my Dawley DNA, and I’m here drinkingContinue reading “Day 6.3: Doomed in Dawley”
Post-Humously Anonymous
Anon. A wise choice of name for a teacher. Especially for a teacher who, in his spare time (what spare time?), parades around pretending to be a comedian. A name that reeks of issues of disassociation with his true vocation as role-model for the young, as ‘surrogate parent’ for our nation of fatherless boys. FurtherContinue reading “Post-Humously Anonymous”
Existence
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com At night, I dive into whirlpools, slip-sliding and twizzling round and down, round and down, on pillow-seat into the depths and the coils of my mattress springs. At night, I spring into life, into my real existence, into my mortal world. If my mother were to meet me here, would sheContinue reading “Existence”
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