Snake The Cones (Odes On The Roads #05)

Stuck on Sticker Lane Once more, The blacktop dug up still. We wait our turn To snake Through cones, And cross that dirty, Streaked white line. Stuck on Sticker Lane We sit, Beside tidy shiny ranks Of polished chrome, Bright paint, Buffed wheels. The promise of the  Carefree open road. Stuck on Sticker Lane, We…

The Fartown Kid (Odes On The Roads #04)

I reach the summit, crest the rise, Raise my hand to my brow And shield my eyes From the glare and the heat Of the burning noon day sun. I look down the valley, at the land below, To what bakes beneath That ol’ fire ball’s glow, As the sun beats fierce From the bluest…

“Colonel Whiskers” (Odes on the Roads #03)

Creeping. Crawling. Blacktop drawling. Get in lane and join the queue, Of a Monday morning, Nose-to-tail, Gridlocked M62. Signs flashing Overhead, warning “40’s All you oughta” Do, but your needle view Shows you’re doing Barely less than quarter. There’s a wagon Inching past you, It’s ladder-laden high. You wonder if each step Carried onboard could…

“The 62” (Odes on the Roads #02)

A poem to my wife – with a little help from Lainey Wilson and Dolly Parton. Inside lane, hitting sixty, On a moonlit 62. Been working nine-to-five, So tired, now I’m Coming home to you. You got me high on something, Feeling fine, My heart is in a whirl. You’re my neon diamond, Sunday best,…

“The Stuntman”. (Odes on the Roads #01)

Rain, cold, unrelenting, Makes the blacktop so slick. Drive safe and get there. Don’t not get there quick. Traffic, slow moving. It’s all red tail lights up front. In your rearview a youngster Driving like a                           Stunt Man from LA, Weaving in,…

HNY.

’21 now lies behind us, A stale fart on December’s breeze, Now ’22, shiny and new, Brings hope; She’s such a tease. Will She prove to be a good one? Filled with love and hope? Or will She offer, instead, More fear and dread, Meaning some just cannot cope? When twelve months have been Then…

“37 Words“

Underground In the dark There’s a tunnel With a light At the end Closing fast Foe or friend Beast or pet What’s the knowing Be brave Take a step To that beacon Your dreams Now the past

Task. Force.

They’ve arrived, your troops. Now in neat rank and file, They stand to attention, primed for Their first action in some while. Are you ready to pop From each blister-pack, The task force you require daily To come storming back? Just one every morn and You’ll soon be fighting fit. Able to cope with the…

Once More.

I’m sinking. Once more. Drowning in the abyss. I see the Carefree. With their smiling faces, Their endless effer-fucking-vescent bonhomie. Why should they know joy? When I’m funereal. I want to take them Onto the darkened sea, Where they will sink too.

Did you?

What have you all done this past year While the world was shut up tight? Did you descend into fear and worry Or remain hopeful and bright? Did your world shrink down inside The four walls of your home? Did the fears you’d never see another Leave you bereft and all alone? Did you miss…

Ma and Pa’s Back Garden

In Ma and Pa’s back garden for a Few hours today has been quite brill, Warm rays upon our faces warding Away winter’s lingering chill. Hands clasped round mugs of cawfee, Nibbling individual apple pies, We all sit, together once again, Under pale blue Sunday skies. Outside, not in, Garden, not room, It beats the…

Regent Honeyeater

This morning, while lying in bed and half-listening to the news on the “Today” programme, a short article came on. It concerned the regent honeyeater, an Australian bird that is critically endangered and has lost its ability to sing its own song to attract a mate, hence its decreasing numbers and increasing vulnerability to becoming…

Rubbish Poem #22

The sun dips down Then climbs again as Another day goes by. And we’re left silently waiting Asking “Where?” and “When?” And “Why?” Did you know you’d Be so late this week When embarking on your ride? And we’re left silently pondering “Leave the bins out on the street? Or bring them back inside?”