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Cloud

Sometime last week,I fell under a cloud—Grey and cold,And I can’t shake it. Wherever I go, it follows me:From the couch to the door,And the bus stop into town—A cold and empty rain. At the comedy club,I couldn’t laugh;Got called a “miserable bastard,”Told them to fuck off. At the football,Couldn’t sing the songs—Left early;Didn’t evenContinue reading “Cloud”

The Old Chair

Lying awake in bed before my alarm.Thinking of the day. Got to get up.Got to get going.The floor cold beneath my feet.I sat down at the table.The surface cold to my touch. The old wooden chair — one of the most basic you can buy.Zero percent comfort. I had intended to buy a more comfortable chair — maybe oneContinue reading “The Old Chair”

Home

I’ve got a little Park20W amp.It sits under a tablein the bedroom. I’ve owned it for 30 years,and still some days,when the rain tumbles downand my feet can’t get on the ground,I unwrap the wire,I plug it in. I unspool the guitar leadand plug it into my guitar,full of soul. I turn the volume up,makeContinue reading “Home”

Front Step

I’ve never tried writing on the front step before.The cars zip by on the road. Places to be, places to go.I’m sitting here as the sun lights up the neighbourhood. The warm air. Birds singing.Songbirds flit back into the hedge. Summer is coming. There are more people about now.More buzz, more energy, more aggravation. AllContinue reading “Front Step”

Catch a Spark

Dancing in the Dark Funny how songs stick with you,like they are just part of the air —part of life. I remember when I was a kid,sitting in a pub in the morning.There was a funeral:black ties,beer and wine,sad eyes and perfume. Someone crying softly,sausage rolls and spilt wine,morning light in the faded carpet,cigarette smellContinue reading “Catch a Spark”