On the Back of a Crumpled Receipt in the Car

He got to hang out with the big boys for a while,

Until he realised how little they were,

And went back to being alone.

Camouflaged twig under a forest stile,

Sheltered from the weather,

Carbon matter on loan.

Suicide Note

(Confessional Poem III - The Goodbye Note)

Thank-you and I’m sorry lie hand-in-hand

On the grubby towel damp from the land

And if heaven’s a pawn shop in the sky

Then Hell’s an apology by and by

For grabbing the things I could never afford

And pawning the rest for little reward

Thank-you and I’m sorry sit hand-in-hand

With no towel now, alone in the sand

And if heaven is open, then Hell should be shut

If only that feeling were not in our gut

That it’s likely to be the other way round

With heaven up there - Hell here on the ground

Thank-you and I’m sorry will never suffice

To pay you back the extortionate price

I bled from you, year on year

By trading my faulty, emotional gear

Thank-you, I’m sorry, is all I've got left

I’m sorry that now I leave you bereft

To pay back my debts from your own account

For the nothing, we knew, to which I’d amount

Thank-you and I'm sorry, for letting you down.





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nosey bob

I like to stroll down wood lane towards neston

Where I’m sure to run into old bob

Who’s not a knock in the arse off ninety now

Who could knock you on your arse with a terrible frown

He could tell you about trapping wild birds there

And the country before there was town

He could tell you about tides in the middle of June

He was born in ’25

When I leave old bob I turn around

And he raises his stick from the ground

From the ground

Keep going son he breathes to me

And my heart races

And I never have felt so proud

Keep going yourself old bob I think

Keep swearing to me and

Keep walking the lane

Talk to me on Sunday

When I’ll be there alone

And we’ll cut that new stick

Two men on a lane