Month: February 2017

A time of boastful vanity

When we were young we set our feet on undiscovered ways, some cheered us on, others called us, ‘Good for nothing layabouts,’ being different in the 1950’s and 60’s was a very dangerous thing. They told us in school, “Get a career, and be a useful member of society!” Some things run too deep to cry tears for, and those…

Somewhere tonight

Somewhere tonight you’re on the road, where nothing happens, mad gusts of wind like the devil’s breath scratch your ears. A town, a city, what does it matter anymore now? We lived by the rules of derelict men, why was darkness so different then? They called you ‘Cosmic Nigel’ but that was wrong! You were so much more than that.…

I don’t like stars anymore

I don’t like stars anymore, they tell lies. Once we looked on a starlit sky and our dreams were alive with young eyes to dream through. Through summers long and winter wonderlands, those stars shone but, they went away seeking younger eyes than ours. The dancing clock chimes and mocking church bells had their day, and we, yes ‘We’ dulled…

Seeing through pitiful eyes

Who knows what lies behind a human face? Broken clowns cover up their misery with make up powder, strange hells ghost in smiling eyes, but, the foolish wise don’t know how to tell lies. Programming the programmer, vending machine dictator, the dark and dread of normalised abnormality. ‘Its not to Stand naked under unknowing eyes’ the poet said. Smug faced…

Thoughts from an Autumnal Road

At dusk I realize that there is more behind than there is in front. Sleeping freedom on this autumnal earth. Tempest tossed my ego lost…and found, on this autumn’s ground. The mystery of man, my foreign shadows, what I could be, this old tree, soon to be cut down, I earned a living but, I never earned my life.

Marshmallow Man

Walking on air down Cemetery road, is it here that I must cease feeling? Is this where I must let my veins run cold? My mumblings will have a full moon under which to blubber and cry, I am a Marshmallow man now, my youth caught in the net of a becalmed brightness, where a million jokers on the back…

Rhetoric or reality?

The Plight of the Elderly in England 2017. In my lifetime there has never been a time like the present day. Camouflaging the suffering of the elderly has become a successful art form. Powerful lobby groups have barged into media and government thinking. There are times when I need a bucket to be sick in when I think of how…

Pro-Gabbling

(An exclusive club for those hungry for beauty) In the heights of English conversation there exists a repertoire of colour and nuanced beauty. Those who belong to this very exclusive club are library vampires, and they also haunt the halls of cloistered academia. Most of the time they are up their own arses, exploring the acres of brown worlds where…

From the diary of Chris Pitts

Thoughts before seeing the doctor. I feel a bit bored, and a bit ignored, shall I phone the Samaritans? The rats turned over the dustbin last night but, that’s all right, if you’re a vegetarian. I’m a Vegan, never missed an episode of ‘Star Trek’ what the heck.

Mind your head!

(You might have to use your brain.) Plastic elastic fantastic, tee shirt joggers in the rain on a winter’s night, all believing the fitness cult of lies, hoping to reach the skies, taught to analyze but not how to think for themselves, I hear a million bells ringing, and a universe of people digging themselves deeper into the cloning machine.…