Dusk and winter rain combined Bring old memories to mind Hiding in the foggy park, With my satchel, dancing stark Cracking frosty pools ,I stamp Icy webs hang from the lamps Dusk, a secret time and state In between the school and gate Jumping,skipping, tossing hands Imagination and its lands Chasing,screaming, waltzing on Children’s voices, children’s fun When it’s dark, out Mother comes Calls us home to do our sums Homework,what a cursed word Dusk and twilight, angels lark I see the moon from my big bed The curtains thinner than a thread Cracks in pavements patterns make Like God, like prophets, the earth shake
Bring your own God with you, you can’t help it anyway I have heard you singing, don’t tell me you can’t pray We’re strung like beads along a chain, we’re linked with none left out Every time that someone dies, there opens a new mouth Mouth brings voice, the people’s choice, there is no faking Truth Eat and live, speak and grieve, give and so receive Eyes to see and ears to hear,grace may be about Still the Sirens wail and moan, leave them, they can’t count
Here the cats’ claws tear at the wood As they run over trunks they bare bled Crows caw, blinded, hieroglyphics Feet to be read, marks made at speed Horrific,horrific, the Greek metonymics The cats claws’ screams seen in the bark Hummed far too fast, straight into the dark
If you are afraid of a lingering death I have just found an answer!
Do more dangerous things like these below Fly your own plane or just fly on any plane every week Go swimming in places where there are dangerous currents in the sea [This is often where a large river joins the sea such as The Wash,UK] Drive a car before you take lessons.Go alone but the risk to others is unfair. Just travel a lot in any way Mix with angr, drunken people every night Find a new partner with a very bad temper who likes cooking,Make sure there are lots of knives in the kitchen.Keep going in asking how soon dinner will be ready or where are your clean underpants
The main problem is whether others will be injured. Wait till you feel unwell then walk along a cliff top Keep lots of animals and let them over-run your house Snakes are one possibility
It seems odd to risk your life like this but it’s really saving you from years in a hospital bed wearing a gown with a slit back and a candelebra in your hand or is it a primula? And who wants that? Also this risky behaviour is a way of retaining control over your life and death That is the paradox
Please choose a gentle piece of music for your ringtone [But nothing from Wagner any way] We all have insomnia.Just work through it We regret live sex is not allowed but you can dream Mobile groans will be ignored Please do not shock us by rising from the bed Please sit down on your chair and not the consultant’s knee. Kindly do not tell the doctor he is stupid.He knows already. The doctor is only a pest when exhausted Kindly pretend to listen to the Consultant on his round Kindly do not eat cream buns or meringues in front of the Consultant.He is on a diet. Kindly avoid catching any bugs belonging to or emanating from this hospital and vice versa Please do not swallow your Kindle Fire before lights out.Buy a bigger one next time Keep yourself clean.Take a bed by the open window during a storm. Kindly avoid dying when we are busy.You can if you think you can Kindly do not write verse on your sheets unless in water soluble ink Kindly recover before Friday as we are shutting for the weekend Kindly write poetry on paper and not on your arms and legs. Kindly do not copy these rules down.They are our secret. Kindly keep all you hear secret especially from visitors Please do not breathe out bad breath We will take you for a scan in Rymans if you pay. Bribes are forbidden, but we take them anyway We love all religions,but don’t argue in here.Go outside and fight if you must. Don’t convert us while ill Be holier than thou Confession is available of Saturdays 5-8 pm if you can walk and talk Where is God?
I am this, the cobble stones Hot tar between the wails and groans Some stones are flat,our stones were round Snap entry to the Underground I am the pools in pavement holes In winter frost you crack my bones On my surface, children prance I am the stage,I am the dance I see you and you see me As your peek with bended knee I am the bricks that built your house I am the mousehole and the mouse Here comes Ginger, the big cat He caught a chicken and a rat Here the coal shed, here the lav That is what our houses had Cold it is if menstrual pain Comes on in the night again Colder still to lose your child To the sewers wizened smile I am the earth on which we grew I am the mystery,I the clue Stand on me,I am your strength I the bowler,I the length Golden children came to dust I the promise,I the cost
I saw you on the pavement with your old brown dog You were shabby,poor,ragged, Sat on your tartan rug. You had water for the dog, You hugged him and you sang, But the people walked on by, And no-one looked at you. No-one looked at you.
But you still sang your song. And you sent me so much love It crossed from eye to eye. I felt it coming in.
I heard that you had died, Though you were only thirty three. Only thirty three. I wonder,where’s your dog? I felt our souls had touched, You gave to me so much As I wandered in my grief Through the roads and round the streets. In your glance, you touched my heart. I felt love swimming through, From you right into me.
Will you come again? I see all these dim, grey men Who cut your benefits To give more wealth to few; So that the needle’s eye, which is waiting when we die, is forgotten, for they want protection for their wealth.
I wish that beggar man would come back here again. I liked to hear his songs But I can’t recall the tunes; Maybe I’ll write songs myself, That’s the highest sort of wealth Our creativity Is a path to dignity. Come back.beggar man Wherever have you gone? Wherever have you gone?
Don’t send me an apron forXmas When all that I want is a glove A glove for the oven Its hands must be frozen Let’s drown the old oven in love.
Don’t send me a card on my birthday I cannot remember your name Just bake me a cake I prefer it to steak Don’t limp unless you are lame Don’t change the sheets every week,dear For washing them makes them wear thin Just give me a brush I’ll beat off the fluff Then we can both have some fun
Don’t give me bacon for breakfast God won’t let Jews eat it yet His aversion to swine Is what makes him divine The fig tree is dead I regret
As Mary put her navy blue peacoat on over her red dress and grabbed her red bag she saw the cab arrive. Bye,Emile,she called before locking the front door She got to the Podiatry Clinic early.Just as well since only three of the chairs were in use Soon her name was called and a calm yet warm young woman called Emma told her where to sit Oh,dear.You are unlucky.You have Celtic feet,Emma murmured It’s not bad luck, it’s because 5 of my great grandparents were Celtic, Mary lectured her But they were all dead when I was born, possibly due to the Famine in Ireland Well, at least they had children. How do you know that? You are descended from them My, how clever you are.I never thought of that before Do you have children,Emma enquired Well,I did lose at least one in Spain near Malaga Goodness,can’t you get in touch now?How old were they? I guess about 3 months old so no doubt they fell into the Mediterranean sea. Miaooooooooooow!Miaooooooooaaaaaaaw.Boo hooooooooo Emma nearly passed out. What on earth is that? Mary opened her bag and there sat Emile crying copiously Emile, how did you get into my bag? You left the zip open and I was looking for a mask.Then you suddenly fastened it Mary gave him a tissue to dry his tears. I felt so distraught when you said your unborn babies died,I could not stay quiet Emma said, you must put a mask on and I am not going to even look at your paws Why not? The NHS is for humans, she smiled graciously, if not superciliously Well,Mary, you must let me examine your other foot Which? Well,you only have two, I hope! Mary carried her red bag into the Waiting Room. Hello,she said into her phone.Can you send a cab to take me home MeToo ,yelled Emile What the bleeding hell is that? Don’t worry, it’s just my cat.Will I have to pay extra? Not if he sits on your knee Thanks, said Mary, She and Emile sat looking through the glass door Well, this made a change,he purred.I like Emma MeToo cried Mary as she saw the car stop outside Home and some Twinings Tea With brandy, called Emile And so wish all of us