Category: Poems
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Mission: Don’t Die
Plant my feet and stand up.Full height.No apology. Blood, oxygen, life.My life. Keep moving. Hand across the scar.It’s part of me.Like Ayrshire rain or the waves at the shore. The words.The work. One day I’ll be gone,but not today,not today. You’ll have to drag me,off…
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Deathbed Blues
I’ll be lying in a hospital bed looking at my toes at the far end. My wife, the kids around me. Maybe old Mike from next door. Looks like he’s going to win the dead pool after all. A nurse I don’t know. Or no…
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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,…
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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…
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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…
