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 got

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 listen

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 have

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 jobs

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 to

Water From Wine

Ignoble journey from magazine to rack.

Asleep In The Club

Up before dawn to line up outside the raining shining hard on the pavement Did I forget something or is it my brain? Skyscraper babies Cloning of our lives Ourselves mere reflections of a consumer society gone wrong, consuming itself like a phage virus spitting out excretions of individuality to be consumed like cupcakes bought

A Sand Shark

A lost man, a sad man a shallow man, a bad man a quiet man, a shy man a funny man, a queasy man Which man? A sharp knife, a bread knife a paring knife, a life knife a David bowie knife, tonight wife(knife) a porcupine, a schnitzel a Pop! goes the weasel a morning,