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Friday, 18 April 2014

LEAF


I hold the dry leaf,
crush it in my fist,
then clap the dust from my hands.
As the leaf vanishes into thin air,
I shrug and fail to care,
oblivious to nature's grief.

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

CELEBRATE THE FOOL

January jokers
February feckless
March morons
May maniacs
June jesters
July jerks
August asses
September simpletons
October oafs
November nincompoops
December dunces

Every month we see them
But it seems it is the rule
That April is the only month
To celebrate the fool.


Monday, 31 March 2014

STINGS

I've been told that I was stung in the face by a wasp
When I was a baby in my mother's arms.
She was on her way to the shop across the road
When the swift assassin struck me unawares.
I've been told that I screamed and my mother was frantic,
That I developed a slight swelling in the cheek
That Germolene or some such magic calmed eventually.

But I've had my revenge on hundreds of the little bastards over the years,
The stings of the father, you might say, swatted and squashed
By tennis racquets, rolled-up magazines, Irish News copies
And whatever else came to hand in duels to their deaths.

I have been stung many times since the first incident,
stings not so easily dealt with by racquets and magazines,
stings that didn't even involve the angry evil of wasps,
stings from shallow acquaintances and false friends,
stings that leave me with thoughts of vengeance, of loose ends.

Saturday, 29 March 2014

MANCHESTER JOHN (1976)


I used to work in BHS, Oldham Street, Manchester in 1976.  This is a fond memory.

He used to say to me: "You're a great man for the poetry,
so you are", in that double-cream-thick Irish voice,
undamaged by life in Manchester these past thirty years,
unpolluted by dropped aitches, truly a man out of Joyce.

He adopted me as his literary soulmate, giving
newspaper cuttings folded and folded and folded again,
offering me scraps of poems and articles about poetry
from his trouser pockets, like sugar lumps to sweeten the brain.

He was a porter, a lift-and-carry man in Bhs,
and his big physical bulk disguised an intelligent mind.
Some workmates goaded him with Pat and Mick jokes.
He shouted them down and stomped away to unwind.

He loathed them but he liked me because of our wavelength,
our fm compared to their medium wave, our need to scan
the written words, to read the metre, to understand the point.
I was a great man for poetry and he was a great man.

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

CONSCIOUS UNCOUPLING

*Conscious uncoupling,
Unconscious coupling,
Rational unbuckling,
Irrational buckling,
Knowingly unknotting,
Unknowingly knotting,
Decisively unzipping,
Indecisively zipping,
Conclusive untying,
Inconclusive tying,
Premeditated unshackling
Unpremeditated shackling..........

.......sad when things don't work out,
but no need to mangle the language in my book,
inventing phrases and descriptions at times
is just old gobbledygook.


*A phrase used by a celebrity to describe a relationship break-up.