Tag Archives: Indie

Washed-Out Socks

‘Washed Socks’ by Jay Cool Pink socks, and green, hanging out to dry – mingling into amber. A shade that suits a sallow skin – the ageing flakes of yellowed feet. Shreds and slivers, peels of the past, hanging. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018

Purple Berry

‘Purple Berry’ photograph by Jay Cool Purple berry’s twisted fate. Dried, dying, dangling, midst cherry pinks. Thirsty channel’s wearied weight Stretched, straining, slipping, t’wards motley greens. Salmon ball-gown’s awkward gait, Flustered, flipping, falling ‘mongst tawny golds. Middling ladies’ tired fate. Dried, dying, dangling midst hoary whites of ageing, ancient, trite old men – the last-chanceContinue reading “Purple Berry”

Love is a Bin

‘Wetherlite in Prado’ by Jay Cool Love is a Bin [A tribute to a lonely-green bin, viewed from a Prado window.] A green bin, super-sized, groans, as old lady swishes by in electric chair; wheels loving the rain. And old man, on pavement over, wheeled and water-eeled – follows on – unknowing, taking over. GreenContinue reading “Love is a Bin”

Lady

{Arrived home, one afternoon in October, to a welcoming party of ladybirds.}   Lady Ladies welcome me back, welcome me home, framing my door, sealing my windows, guarding my post. A warning? A storm? Tsunami? A famine? The end? Or the start of tomorrow? Opening my door, I move on through – flying in theContinue reading “Lady”

Tipped

Inspired by an upside-down painting in Prado Lounge Café Bar (see image – artist unknown). Upside-down, a dish mop hangs Throttled, death-like by longing pangs. Waitress, I ask, how can this be? A weary waiter, he wanted free. The tips he sought, they could not be! We tipped him up, and shook him down. Hence,Continue reading “Tipped”

Boston Beans Brunch at Prado

‘Lost at Prado’ Inspired by brunch at Prado Lounge Café Bar . Egg yolk bursts forth. Happy vibes for ailing poets. Smoky beans begging to be seen. Skins spiced up to tingle tired has-beens. Mini-browns, promoted hash, bunched in old-tin cup, begging to be free – to be dipped in sauce – to be liftedContinue reading “Boston Beans Brunch at Prado”

Breakfast Shrimp

‘Shrimp Fishing’ image from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons) Inspired by Forrest Gump’s shrimp-fishing adventure. I wake up, still in fog of sleep, and plunge back in to oceans deep. Sinking, floating, not quite ready to make the trip deep down forever. So reaching up, with weary arms, I gasp for air – consume a fish. It’sContinue reading “Breakfast Shrimp”

Falling Backwards

  Felixstowe, Suffolk No. Not in this car. Not in an 1100cc Ford Escort. It’s not a hill we’ll ever make our way up to the front. Us kids in the back – we’ll fall back down, slip backwards – disjointed. Whilst our parents; our mother, and our father at the wheel carry on upContinue reading “Falling Backwards”