Poems – Paul Andrew Sneddon

Out of Step

If you fall out of step with the world, it’s hard to get back in. You just see all the people walking by, so sure of themselves. They don’t see you. They’re not allowed to. It would break the certainty. If they do see you, they glance and look away. Best to stay in line.Continue reading “Out of Step”

Gibbons Guitar Tone

Walk through town.Tall buildings casting shadowunder the winter sun. Traffic queues up.Someone’s got the window down,making a phone call,and you can hear them half way up the streettelling someonethey need to get creamfor those haemorrhoids. Few folk laughing. Walk past the pub.Looks like a good crowd in.The band is cranking outSharp Dressed Man. I’m eitherContinue reading “Gibbons Guitar Tone”

Big Sky

The rain cleared before I got off the bus, and I’m walking. Headphones on. Songs playing. Listened to the same song once, twice, three times. Like it’s a shot of adrenaline straight into the heart. They’re the ones you know. Pulse quickened, hearing things you didn’t hear on the first pass or the second. AndContinue reading “Big Sky”

Rugby Park, May 2026

Rugby Park, May 2026 Drinking a pint of Pepsi max.Changed days now. Plate of ham and chips, A fried egg and HP sauce. Cup of tea, I’m done. Pull on my hat and scarf. Two pairs of socks, big coat. Going to the football in May. Hugill got the double, Lowery hit a rocket. WeContinue reading “Rugby Park, May 2026”

Timescale

Bed rest.Doctors orders. I’m 46. I’m on a timescale.I’ve got stuff to do. I get up and walk to the kitchen.Come back.30 minutes to recover. Fuck’s sake. I’m listening to Otis Gibbs.Stories of Townes and Guy. Window open.It was sunny 30 minutes ago.Now it’s raining. The ache in my chestreminds me of something.That slipped myContinue reading “Timescale”