Aug28

Modern Life Is Rubbish. “Modern life is rubbish”, Old Tom Clifford knows Waking every day at six To get his deadly daily fix, Smoking twenty so his cancer grows. See him off down Taunton road again To get in before his boss – Tardiness only makes him cross – He hopes his heart can take…

Jul19

Modern Life is Rubbish V. Modern life is rubbish, Like a field of clay Ploughed with your fingers, Clogging up your nails, Sullying your shirt sleeves, Your knees caked in clinging clods of dirt. Wipe your hands on your rear. Move the muck around, Smear it down your cleanest, Most ironic t-shirt. Wave away the…

Jun13

Modern Life is Rubbish VIII Death is the great equaliser. In the ground we are all dust and rocks And worms can eat our brains. Forgiveness is the splatter of brain matter Against the wall, the twelve gauge still Smoking in the still warm, twitching dead hands. Grief is the gentle sniff and muffled sob,…

Apr10

Modern Life is Rubbish IV He sits in his chair, propped up Like a temporary structure, Craning, yet, motionless, apart from his eyes, Which scan the streetscape, hawkish, Hungrily feasting on every morsel of detail: The street lamp, still lit at midday again, Wasting the council’s money And increasing our tax bill; The family at…

Feb17 🎸

The delinquents were around again: The usual suspects. They touched down to raid my lawn, Chirping, squabbling, tearing up tufts Just to nab a juicy, wriggling grub. Their heads popping As they hopped around like clockwork toys. They scattered to the ether when they Caught a glimpse of danger. They stole more than bugs from…