Rock and roll doesn’t need statues. It’s alive.Like Willie Nile.It’s in the pavement. The cracks in the wall in a sweaty club. When the singer testifies.It’s no museum piece.What goods a statue at the end of the world?It’s in the air. It’s in your walk. How you talk. How you get back up. Every time.IContinue reading “Finish The Game”
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Smart Kettle
The kettles on, it lights up blue when it boils. I thought it was quite modern when we got it, now it’s all smart kettles. A kettle isn’t smart till it can come through and tap me on the shoulder and asks if I want a cup of tea.The mornings are quiet. I’ve got theContinue reading “Smart Kettle”
The Old Piano
An Old PianoI found it in the street.Seems no one had time for music anymore.There was a catsleeping under the keys.I pushed it home,put it in the hall.The keys were worn,the wood faded.But when I pressed the keys,it poured out light:into the room,into my eyes,into my mind.I saw the ghostsof Saturday night.singing,dancing,pouring heartandsoulthrough the keys.AndContinue reading “The Old Piano”
Let It All Be
I see an advert at the bus stop.The open road of the USA,highway stretching through Monument Valley.Nah, I’d rather be here.On the bus,headphones alive,listening to something real —like Traquair and the Tranquilizers,or Steve Adams singing,“Have you washed your hands?”Heading to Irvine beachin the peelywally Scottish sun.The kind of dayyou need sunscreen and a hoody,just inContinue reading “Let It All Be”
A Different Kind Of Burn
Sometimes, I wished I smoked,just for something to doin dramatic pauses.Vaping isn’t for that,too cloudy,wrecks the mood,and takes ages to clear.Unlike a sexy breath drifting through the ether.And there’s only so many options.Maybe a coffee stir.Maybe telling the smart speaker to be quiet,like it interrupted something important.or…or…Or deleting the paragraphand starting again.Smoking is an oldContinue reading “A Different Kind Of Burn”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 