The tree is up and the lights are on The glow is bright and warm But I feel cold The tree is real, not a plastic job The colour is green, but parts are yellow and the ferns are falling The glow may be bright But theContinue reading “Death at Christmas”
Category Archives: Silly-Savvy Poems
Revisiting a Childhood Home
The smell of sleeping mouths hanging wide open; damp fumes spreading. A pair of shoes with black melted plastic soles sizzling next to the fire. A panting beast – it’s dreams interrupted with the occasional snore – with bottom parked on singed shoes. A pair of red ankles emerging from beneath theContinue reading “Revisiting a Childhood Home”
Liver
Eat it up. It’s good for you. Especially at your time of the month. Why? Why am I expected to eat a brown fibrous lump full of open caverns, jugular veins, worm casings and the concrete tubes on kid’s playgrounds? If I eat it, I’ll onlyContinue reading “Liver”
Sibling Territory
Magazines neatly piled – the edges all lined up with each other and parallel to the edges of the table. A dust-free table and a strong smell of furniture polish, toothpaste and starch. Shirts hanging in the wardrobe; each hanger exactly two centimetres from its neighbour – not a creaseContinue reading “Sibling Territory”
Preserve
glass impenetrable where is the odour coming from? a toe nail flickers the liquid yellows and thickens can I break the crystal box? your toes cry out untouched, unloved your sweet smell grows foul with decay Copyright ownedContinue reading “Preserve”
City Playground
Face squeezed between tall rails My spirit vaporising out through the gap The concrete contains me. Copyright owned by Jay Cool
Who are the ‘Bus Wankers’?
A collection of poems about the author’s bus travels, dedicated to the inspirational lads (clearly avid fans of the In-Betweeners) who drive past her bus stop every day, shouting ‘Bus Wankers!’ The ‘Bus Wanker’ poetry collections represents a plea to all councillors, across the UK, looking to save money by demolishing our much-loved bus stations. Instead, councillors should beContinue reading “Who are the ‘Bus Wankers’?”
‘F***, like?’
Well, like, I kind of like her. What, like, you fancy her, like? Yeah, I know like that she’s a bit sassy like, but … You like her? Yeah, like she’s fit, like, and fun! Fit, like? Yeah, like you know, like with Kardashian tits, like, and stuff. Stuff like a fat a***, like? Yeah,Continue reading “‘F***, like?’”
Isolation
Back-seat. Isolation. Elevated. Absence of old-dear smiles! Lens-wipes. Indulgence … An open book – Words waiting for absorption … Rattles and bumps – a soothing sound … Concentration. Perfection. Damp hair, unwashed and odorous. Itchy sinuses, Swishing leather straps, resonant buckles and tags. A dog-owner – expectant, proud, seeks admiration, a collaborative look, mutual affectionContinue reading “Isolation”
Exhumed
Knackered, exhumed, drawn-out, mesmerised … H & M tempts, siphoning up the remnants of me through a straw hat, bidding me with flesh-striped leggings, to sport my way over, fly over the stationary traffic, to zone out the time-wasters, to make mockery of the drivers queuing for home. I take off … upContinue reading “Exhumed”
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