It stutters into life Like the last breath of a dying spaceship, Ornamental jazz means more to me, Than the chatter of my fellow creatures, To be assailed, assaulted by this blast of air-sounds, Go away, go away, I want to shriek at them, The citadel on an island in the lake, Filled with the … More Poem -Sound
How Are You? We forgot to ask If you were okay, No we didn’t forget, We just didn’t bother, We forgot to see, If you were going to leave us, We just didn’t ask, It never occurred to us, So we didn’t bother. We don’t ask robots, If they’re okay, We don’t ask machines, … More Three Poems
That’s okay You carry on ignoring me I’m not your sort You should be happy, You got lucky, Born with everything you needed While I got all the lack When you clomp around the office Your feet in nylons, A toe poking through the end, Be happy you are not me, You’re a swell gal, … More You Carry On
Thank you for accepting me, You showed me who you really are Thank you for rejecting me, You showed me who you really are
I was invited. It was the first and last time. A folk night, that’s how it was advertised. I went and stood alone at the bar for half an hour in my long coat. Uncomfortable. Isolated. The only music which played was blaring pop. The only conversation I had was with a red-faced bald man … More King’s Gambit – Declined
All of this is a lie, except for the fact it really happened. Everyone will be talking about it, don’t you think?” She snickered nervously, involuntarily. It was what she did when unsure of her own authority, which was all of the time. Everyone? In the world? No. Seven billion people and counting will emphatically … More Don’t You Think?
Let me tell you about a dream I had. I described it to my partner and she said it sounded like my ‘own little prison.’ Here’s what it was like. I was a wealthy industrialist of some kind and I lived in a gigantic tower block which had been built by my own company. It … More My Own Little Prison