Poems

So tonight is going to be a pretty big night...my first open mic poetry slot for a good few years. I have my own poems, not poems from someone else, not comedy poems, my own heart felt, deep shit poems. They're honest poems, I try to write anonymous, like the person speaking isn't me, but it definitely is.

Been quite fragile recently. A bit sad, down, low, depressed is an over used term. Always get like this at this time of the year.

We shall have to see what happens!

With The Beatles

Beatles day yesterday, not sure what for. Can only think of Number 9...Revolution number 9 from the White Album. Why didn't the world end yesterday?

So Dave said he'd been listening more to the Beatles. I'd forgotten how good they were. Mum says the reason they did VERY well was because of the competition. But then I think of the competition they had and that was pretty amazing. It was a different style I suppose.

Would the Beatles have gone on and on without Yoko? I doubt it. Maybe she did us all a favour and acted as the catalyst of a group that was about to implode, that was going to start creating more Piggies than Paperback Writer and that would have been awful. For that reason the Beatles are seen in a positive light rather than a group that went off and dried out.

Maybe go and listen to some Beatles right now...

Bank Holidays

What's the big deal with them? Everythings closed, everyone is hungover, you can't go out in the evening or get drunk because you've got work the next day.

There's nothing on tele anymore, I'm hungover and i'm sleepy. It's my last day off before back at work and i'm tired but I don't want to go to bed cause it may be seen that i've wasted the day.

Yours, Larry David

So things happen

the past few days, things have happened. It's all been a big experience for me. Back in Leeds where the cool people go, driving under the depths of the heat of Leeds at Midnight, listening to Iggy Pop, windows down, dAnCiNg like an overweight Jim Morrison.

ahhhh well. BIG exhale. or was it a sigh? I'm not sure, ask a doctor. maybe I should check that out now.

it's raining outside but a blue sky overhead. could be a trick of the eye...oh no...it's coming through the window.

Look, i'm sorry it's been a while Baby. Have you missed me? You waited didn't you?

Aside >>she did she did!

So Leeds, yes yes alright guv'nor, guv'noress!

So I saw people I had not seen for a while. A return to my old uni which was surreal as half of it had been knocked down. We went to Asda to prepare for Leeds Fest. Two of the girls were going, I used to go out with one. The other, her boyfriend was her boyfriend at the time I used to see t'other one. Make sense sense make? It was weird...like old times. She's going out with someone different now...I got the spare room. It was cold and lonely. Her old room actually. Last time I slept there....sob sob. Boo hoo. In the past. Sigh.

Sat in the wetherspoons at Leeds Train station yesterday morning. I left their house in the dead of the morning, 9am. The house was still asleep. I waited, leaning against a cold wall outside, leather bag in tow, sucking on a lollipop. Mohammad Afzul...the name of the taxi driver. a really kind chap, we had a laugh...only cost me £7.

Then I wrote this...

Sleeping bags tied to packed rucks,
straps scraping against brand new green wellies.

Plastic bags out the back, pans tied to belts
bulging wallets about to be stolen
phones soon to be broken.

Sun hate, sun glasses, cute asses,
strapless tops
drainpipe jeans
lucky connies
muscles out of short checked shirts.

These are the festival goers,
whores to Kings of Leon, pendulum (i liked them before they were famous),
ting tings wallahs,
arctic monkeys junkies

Coca cola bottles with 3/4 vodka,
Rizla, bakky and other more criminal
accoutrement.

Hundreds of bags piled high
everyone buzzin
smokin
huggin

Eyes aloft, sunny day
rain expected Sat'day
Sun day on Sunday
sad day on monday
back to work on tuesday
lookin forward to wkend Friday.
Do it again

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So that was an interesting few days. Back at work next week...can't wait for it!

Now watch this drive...

We've all heard those lines before. They came just after 9/11, or around that time. However they could have come at ANY time during Bush's Premiership. Bush never stopped going on about the WAR ON TERROR but he failed to realise the hypocrisy in what he was saying, as his armies slaughtered thousands across the world, treating people in his terrorist prisons like rats and held on to the biggest nuclear stockpile in the world. Now THAT'S terrible.

But, I digress. Yesterday I was reading the Guardian Newspaper and found a number of fitting tributes to the long standing senator, Ted Kennedy of the Kennedy political dynasty. The tributes were headed, and rightly so, by President Obama. Then came Tony Blair, Nancy Reagan, George Bush Sr, other US politicians. But nowhere could I bush Wubbleya. I was a bit surprised. Then I saw this video and remembered he wasn't serious about politics...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WMnI6kGXOQ

is it wrong that, at times, I think to myself in the first-person past tense? Everything tinged with an unrealised hindsight that would come later on?

A Morning in the life...

Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my....oh dear I have mixed up my life with that of ex-Beatle, Paul McCartney and in doing so quoted a Day in The Life from Sgt Pepper. Oh well.

It all started like this...

I had missed the train from Langley Mill so got the tram from Phoenix Park to Nottingham.

Why was I strangely worried and over anxious? Well it was a perfect sunny July morning and got to watch the impenetrable girl who smiled, charmed, flirted but never actually sat next to me.

I was on the tram by accident; fault of my Mum who, despite getting up at 4:30am waits until 6:00am to start getting ready. She needs to be at work at half 6, I need to be at the train station 4 miles away, for 6.36am. Normally we end up speeding to the station but this time I just exhaled, 'nah forget it.'

Now i'm not talking to myself here, or my Souther drawled American chauffeur. I'm on about my Dad, my honest, do-anything-for-anyone Pater. I'd be lost without him. He did say though, in a rather stressed and strained voice, "we need to get you a car" as we drove to Phoenix Park.

....

Just looked out of the train window, another pulled up besdie us at Beeston Station. "Bloody hell" I thought, "what an old piece of shit that is" as I peered up across the windows. It was then that I realised I was looking at the reflection of our train.

....

To my left a lovely selection of barges, boats, burny grasses and a few dappledown garages. Chocolate box.
To my right the large and looming dominants of the East Midlands horizon: Radcliffe on Soar Power Station.
Tool box.

....

Walking up Syston's section of Melton Rd, I can't help but feel a bit lonely. It's a busy road at 8:17am but there's little folk about.

I wait outside the Alliance and Leicester where the bank's cleaner arrives on time in her new Seat (I've waited here a few times!) She really can't properly and this is annoying (my Dad deems it a weakness if someone can't park properly), she arrives at an angle, with her front left tyre gently kissing then falling flat on the face of the kerb.

Then this battered old L plate blue Transit van pulls out. The side door is clumsily painted with a white gloss, then this Hyacinth Bucket character gets out. Love it!

....

The bus has stopped - I honestly don't know why it doesn't come a little later. The bus comes from Leicester into the burbs and there's never any serious traffic. We wait at different stops along the way.

....

Passing by a nursery for trees, then a nursery for children called 'The Laurels,' we make the slow rise from East Goscote into Rearsby. Freshly cut grass smell in the air, followed closely by the high pitched screetch of the bus's breaks as the driver misjudges a Ford Mondeo's speed at the island.