Found in notes…

Kind of like this… No idea what it is or will be but it’s a start! I want to climb on the roof  And scream. But I can’t. One of the constraints Of my fear of falling. The other is falling.  When I finally do, It will be all that I imagined, And worse.

L’esprit de l’escalier (WIP)

I met a spirit on the stairs. It said, why didn’t you speak up for yourself? Turn the volume knob to 11. Why did you make that so easy? What are you? A Sunday morning? You’re not a trampoline, designed to catch them on the rebound. Tell them you’re brilliant, like a James Blunt song. Why…

When I am Leader mowing will be ‘Verboten’!

I decided to mow the lawn. Something that I haven’t even contemplated in 14 odd-years, mainly because the familial home’s own particular cosmetic mix of moss and grass fails to live up to my high Capability Brown informed aesthetic ideal. Also, it’s the aged P’s job. It triggers my hay fever, leaving me with streaming…

All I Want To Say

G&T’knee on the clap-trap line Cancelled services for the human unkind. My FTSE fell off my FEETY. Left me hobbled-de-hell. 99 problems,  But the BREXIT taint won. My shadow Cabinet has played it’s hand. Dealer’s choice. Class AA droogs; Kicking all the Polish where it hurts, in the windas. All I want to say is,…

Learn Your Lessons Well

Two mature gents at Victoria. Both ex military police. Both seen active service. Both three sheets to the wind. One of them, Jim, siddles over for a harmless flirt. Asks me what I’m doing Tuesday. Would I prefer St Pauls or Westminster. I say nothing and is he free at 3:30? He asks if I…

Things I Wish I’d Said: 2014

Be more like me, he says. Be more objective. The man talking *at* me leaves me reflective. I lookup the word, just to see what it states. Below is what Google search populates:   “impartial, unbiased, unprejudiced, non-partisan, disinterested, non-discriminatory, neutral, uninvolved, even-handed, equitable, fair, fair-minded, just, open-minded, dispassionate, detached, impersonal, unemotional, clinical”   Now maybe…

Hangover Days

hangover days; the remains of yesterday coating the tongue, flocking teeth, fogging brain and clouding judgement.   But I would not have it any other way. for all to soon a terminally dry refrain, never to drink dram again.

Positive (Draft)

The click. The clack. The sting. Blood blooms on finger tip, Drips down to the modest white strip. A red tide racing towards the line. Praying for “yep that’s all fine”. It’s no longer a death sentence. Just a life sentence. You’re positive it will be negative. Absolutely positive. You’re positive.