Child psychologist revisionist doing it on the cheap hooked up to your computer Only you know how Down in the deep forest How the animals scutter And the parasols flutter in the wind I’m running out of words For a racoon drinking a cup of tea and nibbling on a biscuit Thief, liar, double AliceContinue reading “Apruptbly Brude”
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Unconventionally Poor
Unconventionally poor like a dog without a saw tooth bark I sit in my unconventional chair and write without imagination I speak the prose of Shakespeare, not Barthelme And I wonder aloud well in my head How can this unconventional life be so bad? and deep and lonely when all I want is a friendContinue reading “Unconventionally Poor”
Two Tears
I don’t know what to write that will make it right I’m stuck in a washing machine on spin And everyone says ‘let me in’ Two tears One for me and one for you I’m sure I’m uncertain at last Living life like a Gormenghast Living for a bit of sin and everyone says ‘letContinue reading “Two Tears”
Demand and Supply
You are the law of demand and supply Doing what it takes to get by You don’t dig it. You’ve got a profit Demand and Supply 2021© Andrew Watkins
The Dove From Above
This is England! Where the glass is half-full and the beer is warm Where the cricket is crease worn and the diapers dry You’ll never look into his eye again you miserable squirt Until you’re face down in the dirt, mopping floors and doing dishes the english way. What a man said before he gotContinue reading “The Dove From Above”
The Mason/Dixie Line
How will I know when i have crossed? There will be a sign. If I’m on the road that is. Anyway, I live in Birmingham not somewhere in America. Unless it’s in my head. Better not say that. Mark Knopfler, Crosby Still and Nash. Not usually on my playlist but what the hell am I talking about. I listenContinue reading “The Mason/Dixie Line”
The Tube
They have their houses, I have the tube I have a grip, they have a grip; it’s the same but that’s where the difference ends and the similarities begin We eat, we cry we are loonies upstairs We shed, we try and tell little white lies And when it’s all over we like to haveContinue reading “The Tube”
My German Artery
Outre Villiers Rather shocking Half life, half movie From A to zygote Mesmerizing My Femoral Artery
Out of Shielding Poem
Out of shielding at last ‘Out?: she asked with a gasp. I think you’re being deliberately obtuse For it’s not my mouth that been out of use It’s the pubs that are closed and the dentist too No more people asking to use the loo We’ve been busy during our shielding Doing decorating and jobsContinue reading “Out of Shielding Poem”
FMCG
Buoyed up by abbreviations and a sense of only apathy I wander to gaga Send them into space at speed and imagine they are treated like some alien race The talking bed who only speaks terrestrial The kettle that only boils The toaster on a short fuse Perhaps one day they will learn how toContinue reading “FMCG”
Material things get the better of us 