Category: My Blog

Jobs for the boys

Jobs for the boys, the celebrity toys and the inner sanctuary homes of media mansions. ‘I saw the news tonight oh boy,’ how can we wade through the sludge of this time of Celebrity journalists, and salaried sympathizers? Canned laughter energizes the robot audience. The celebrity media androids program each other, and the make up lady needs a bowl to…

A Room at the Bottom

As I move into my twilight years, I think of all the young who are going to be betrayed. The hurricane whirlwind of having to, ‘Be Someone’ will destroy all but the career psychopath; you cannot educate or reason with pork! Smug faced crowds with lustful eyes and the bite of the serpent are on the march, and their concrete…

The Paths of Yesterday

The Paths of Yesterday, just wont go away, like a scarf caught in the millwheel, I must feel, that strange pull, of life so full, with smiling faces, fenland traces, to magic wood, where all is understood. This cursed decaying, stinging ageing, no more to playing, think twice before saying, what is obvious, dressed to new age gloss. The burning…

A Quiet peaceful Summering

Rescuing things is a virtue that people are losing the will to do these days. I hear a voice hushing my thoughts from a summer of English madness, where we loved under parasol’s set out on a vicarage lawn. Garden fetes with fat ladies and the mother’s union on a 1950’s BBC TV screen. The Hoi Polloi dancing through the…

The Boredom Grill House on Greasy Street

Went to the seaside for a short break, already depressed but trying to keep positive. Started to read, “How to win friends and influence people” by Dale Carnegie, this was very informative until I was told that he probably committed suicide. Further to this our Premier Inn was located next to the local grill house, the smell of which was…

Youth truth and Passchendaele

Hell is now for me a place where I breathe the last dregs of England out of my lungs, and the last trembling flare in the hand of the unknown solider dies. For the poet dreamer who wished, “All evil shed away,” that very evil now walks among us and is welcomed. So what of those ancient young, what of…

An August haze 1962

The wooden black board rubber that hit me on the head that day was large school issue. The teacher said: “You’ll never get a job as long as you got a hole in your arse!” He is not here today for me to tell him he was wrong. However, another teacher told me, I was so hopeless, I’d “End up…

I feel the cold these days

Ancient moons where highway tunes claim those gone on the, ‘speechless seeking trails’ from yesteryear’s world. No funeral dirge for lost friends disappeared into that horizon, unless the sun has memories, their goneness has Passchendaele finality. Now in these evening years I wait, where autumn’s gate meets a frozen meadow, and human kind strive with secrets, in the ice-cold gutter…

Silence speaks a lot

Silence speaks through indifference, silence speaks through pain, and silence speaks where words fail, in the millionaire’s mansion or the jail. I know of men who should speak but they choose to relax their jaw, sometimes they make a peace, sometimes they make a war, sometimes they keep silent because to speak they do not dare, they can create an…

Joker in the Pack

If they kill sick animals, why do you let me live on? I’m the joker in the pack tonight the last one they would bet upon. In the dead spotlight sick with cynicism, afraid to write my name, sick and tired of living. Shine your spotlight on me, I’m a joker, shine your spotlight on me I’m a joker in…