Watercolour sky
A gilded impression of
an unbuttoned tie
Tag: life
Haiku #247
Die and live your life
Experience Tumultu-
ous youth, be reborn
Haiku #57
When? where? why? how? when?
The meaning of life does all
one, two, three, four…five
Futuristic Ice Cream Novel
Lollypop lady gives out lollipops to children of dinosaurs and
illegal immigrants. Rally here, rally here bring your cameras
and smart phones. Please do not SWEAR or smoke. (There are children about)
Moonlight optional, Hi- vis accepted, BBC outside broadcast.
blip.
Jig Poem
Jig-saw jig-seen
Jig been there
Jig will try it…
Jig been…
Jig self upwards
Repair
Hands together
Going nowhere
Jig on, Jig out
Jig yourself out of a hole
Jig-me a melody
Jig inside to a tune
Jig on anywhere, anyplace love has been
Jig to the future, jig to the past
Jig going forward
It’s gonna be a blast!
© 2017 Andrew Watkins
Your Ears May Burn
She was tall
But never close enough
to feel
Pretend is more fun
Forensic timeline pathology
intersected by blooms
and stray insects
French language labs
someone pulled the blinds
and one eye clouds over from behind.
Check your thirst on wine
not yet finished. Plentiful supply.
Good vintage. Regarde. Tu Attende?
Too soon! Why did you stop?
Real is better, son.
Salvaged scorn plans unborn
Get Friday, Friday, Friday!
voir the vore, Tame the whore
Take a backseat a while
your star is in the ascension
You will be reborn.
Into the same but different
A new day. Something like before.
A chance to prove yourself this time.
Before you scorn, the fire in your ear.
©2017 Andrew Watkins
Hi!
My Life
When the universe was young;
Time Team presenters enthusiastic,
Spring Watch for grown-ups
diving into the coral sea.
Now we are older what is TV?
A sequence of rehashed memory
given a twist of lemon sorbet.
Always predictable, never salty.
I wish I could draw. I wish I could write.
Just imagine what I could do with my time.
Galleries and book signings at Waterstone’s
not this trip in a body bag of ageing bones.
Music could be the accompany to me
so I can hear the beat as I walk down the street
and pass the windows I daren’t look in
lest they give me heed and ask me my name.
I used to romantic I used to be a fool until I made it.
The single rule. Be nobody’s fool. You’re enough for anyone
alone and in company you will never freeze or be lost for words
it’s the way of the singular universe. They need somewhere to go.
So the company excluded by means more fair than foul
the present comes on the tramlines of heaven and hell
dragging the past with it trailing flames that bellow
past my ears singing my hair, burning away my cares.
And sometimes I find I still exceed the pedestrian way
and accelerate past somebody else and then find
that I have the time to do something enjoyable.
Like write the poem I have been writing all of my life.
I wish I could draw. I wish I could write. I wish I could
get better so I can resume my life. And stop living
and get giving and receiving in spades. Again. Again. Again.
I must go now I want to publish. The story of my life.
by Andrew Watkins
Loads of Shite
Birds in the sky bring reassuring normality
to an alien countryside walk
The sound of a baby crying shatters
the peace of shopping
The echoes of normality beamed onto
your eardrums makes retail more satisfying
In this world of constant noise, you might contemplate the sound
of rainbow poo left in a rainbow mound by a rainbow horse
in the Middle of the Strand and wonder
What is life like in the Second City?
poem by Andrew M Watkins
My Candle Burns Underwater
In a word, insomuch of a breath that was taken in vain
This thing occurred.
A tale of two cities. Forgotten bliss. Memories of hope. Now.
I die. I don’t believe. I try. I do not specify.
Maybe. A Life on the stage for me. Assignations. A plea. Nothing.
Scattered frozen peas. Of an idea. Art was the answer all along.
Now I have something to show. Of ideas caught up in tallow that burns slow.
Maybe I have come of age. Now. Tomorrow. I have been here before remember.
Remember your name and date of birth and what will follow will follow. I have a talk. I have a talk.
My candle burns underwater. Flip the coin of ages.
All I Need
The horses bring home the bread and milk twice a day
This is all I need.
The skies bring the birds that sing at least twice a day.
This is all I need.
Wires bring sites wirelessly connected over the ether.
This is all I need.
Wheels bring me smiles and fancy, go out with me.
This is all I need.
Arms bring me strength from across the globe.
This is all I need.
Seed, Windows, Doors, Floors, Construction, Reality.
This is all I need.
