poetry – Paul Andrew Sneddon

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 one at all. Who wants to die in a hospitalContinue reading “Deathbed Blues”

Blue Sky

Me and her under an endless blue sky. The clouds racing across it as we turn the radio off and pick our course. Through the city till the concrete turns to grass.The miles passing like minutes. Pick a tune. One singer. One song. Your choice, my choice, and then around again.Laughing like a pair ofContinue reading “Blue Sky”

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”

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”