Trapped on a night train

the train hurtled in a black night
lights on inside with people chattering
chatter
chatter
I put my feet up
pull out my book
curl up for a good read
glancing out the window it is dark
black as pitch
where are we?
I cannot see
what is that noise
who are these people
go away
please


Flowers in the Sun

dancing in the sun
the floors rock and sway
golden daffodils bowing to each other
smiling and glowing
warmed by the suns radiant heat
joyous and true
they are beautiful


Hot and Bothered

the earth baked under the sweltering sky
clear and blue
not even the odd speckle of cloud
temperature rising and rising
dressed in suit and tie for work
sweat forms and soon drips down my neck
underneath shirt forming a wet patch
at the base of the spine
more moisture flowed down my forehead
along my nose and
drip , drip, drip
onto the floor
drip, drip, drip
no stopping it
I loosened my tie
as much use as taking a peashooter to an elephant
but one tries
anything even for a moment of relief
by now my pants cling to my bum
showing the shape of sweet pectorals
I waited at the heights of discomfort
everyone around looked the same
hot and bothered

Bottomless

I fell into a bottomless pit
spinning out of control
floating in a vacuum
yet I could breathe
I smiled and lay back
enjoying the weightlessness
the empty feeling
nothingness
relax into it and let go


The mind playing tricks

I lay on the ground like a slug
slithered along and fell in a heap
today I felt for a sausage
goggling in my mouth
salty taste penetrating my lips
strange moons above
two of them had appeared
exactly the same
an image
an illusion
the mind playing tricks
yes
the same tricks it plays everyday


Paris Banana Plantation

take my and spit the dust of revenge over my
bald pate
ready for toast
no only tea for two for us three please
I beg your pardon
no way to speak to your elders dear boy
push the leg up the crack and fell within
salt and vinegar flavoured forest
my favourite
push back the fronds and discover the mound of pleasure
tongue flicks
pricks sits to attention
hold on the tennis is on
can't miss it
turn over then
watch the balls whilst mine jiggle up against your tight arse
cock taters deep
ramroding you behind
up the Hershey tunnel of love
forty love
yes more
hit it harder
come on
pass me
come
come
match point
come
game, set and match to
Cock slithering out
what a game
best of the year
pull up a pouf and rest your majesty on here
fluff it up
in come the fluffers
pulling it gently inside a slavered mouth
such slowly
ooh
too much
tender
sit back big boy and think of cricket
that reminds me
out my way
let me go
where are my whites
miss the game if I am not quick
goodness me is that the time
bon voyage
see you on the Parisian banana plantation


Stonkin good

To see the earth move at the limit of time
a click of the mouse and we are gone
to where?
Who knows
the summer has ended, winter ploughs on
snowdrops and hailstone
rattling my consciousness
shaking me out of my stupor
crying, wailing, tying the knot
who is it?
please go away
turning my face to the sun
smiling and laughing with a silly grin
ow goes it lad
give me some more chips from Harry Ramsden
put on the bread thick with butter
dripping
lovely
squash it down and swallow
swig of VB
a cascading symphony cursing down my throat
ee by gum
that's bloody marvellous


Throw away the shovel

the shovel clove the rock hard soil and bent
it could not penetrate
I straightened it out but with no effect
each time I dug the soil it bent again
I had no option but to throw it away


Old shovel with a split

I dug out our old shovel from the shed
it had split in the middle of its face
digging with this I had more luck
much more sturdy
until
crack
the split widened and the face fell apart
a jagged short shovel face looked up
luckily it was still sturdy and sharp
enabling me to continue digging.


Couch grass

couch grass is tough as hell
grows everywhere
up and under everything
no stopping it
let it be


Driving down to Rosebud

driving down the Rosebud
way down the coast
through sun and haze
along winding roads of uneven tread
stopped by road gangs laying track
holding spoon stop signs
sitting there for ever and a day
waiting for the man to turn the sign
round it goes and
off we go
the heat is on
I'm sweating like a pig
the car has no air-conditioning
lump of old rubbish
the sea flashes by on my right hand side
eh up lad
is that so
aye aye
we notice the ups and downs of fate
cascading across a path of ants
nit and not
they follow the looping course of time
no ending or beginning
flushing the swollen toes of an eye
eating a hot cross bun ages before Easter
hop burning hop
long fluffy ears studded with pellets
glancing and prancing down main street
tip toe through the tulips
yellow ochre's of smell hit my nose
suffusing my brain with natures glory
oh joy
glory be
Alleluia
the cross arches and slowly topples
causing a sharp swerve of people
throw up their arms in despair
weeping, wailing and clutching our breast


connecting up

connecting up
connecting up
fiddle the wires
join the plugs
turn on the machines



Gran pays a visit

The music plays on in the background
I type and type and more type
on the music goes
UB40 classic hits
good catchy singalongable songs
red, red wine
could do with a glass now
white preferably
cold
oh yea my son has descended
sit at my left leg
no moving or roger the mousecrat here will
pea all over you
look over there
sails at one o'clock
must be aunt Martha come to pay a visit
hello auntie
how are you
don't auntie my you lazy lump of codfish
good to see you too gran
now where are my grandchildren
poor sods with a father like you
Grandma, grandma echoed youthful voices
oh my darlings give your old gran a hug
beautiful I thought
kids with gran
glorious day
Trish and I on our own
bedroom eyes
turn them on for me.


Truth is One

my mind whirls and whirls
will it never stop
despair hides around the corner
waiting to pounce
watch for this
do not succumb
the mind laughs and laughs
how I tie you up in knots
before nudging you with a comforting word
what you should do is this
then what
taking advantage of your weakness
fingers creeping into the crack of awareness
leading to more thoughts
on Buddha, enlightenment, and how to get it
what's wrong with that you cry
thoughts
thoughts
the mind is the ultimate foe
using your hope against you
mind can never solve anything
only create more confusion and separation
all these supposedly helpful thoughts
just create more disturbance
fanning the murky clouds of illusion
ego and mind
fateful brothers
go laughing on
ignore the comforting thoughts
do nothing
they will weaken with nothing to support them
avoid giving them strength
I know you feel afraid
nothing to lean on
no supports in life
you can cast them all off including the biggest
the mind
you are now naked
no planning, no future, no past
uncertain
afraid
don't reach back for supports
do nothing
watch the fear
for in it lies Truth


Surrender

let it go
surrender is not an action
I surrender
I cannot surrender
there is no I
no ego
no self
mans greatest illusion
surrender is not doing
surrender is an understanding
there is no separate I
no surrendered
nobody to surrender
nothing to surrender
in that moment of insight
is surrender



30 degree days

man its hot
sweaty and drippy
pools of water forming in the arch of your back
wetting your shirt
rolling down your pants into your arse
sitting on a packed tram
crushed next to a large lady
you can feel your body heating up
feel the liquid rolling down your back
windows open do no good
it is suffocating
get off all your smelly rags
let me have some run
past cars belching obnoxious fumes up my nose
always end up sat on the side with the sun
bald head going red
a lobster pot for tea
nip in the local for a quick one
boy, I needed that


A hot night

the fan whirred in the night sky
darkness descended closing around my heart
gripping me in an iron like vice
squeezing the air from my wriggling body
I lay on the bed in a pool of sweat
head resting on four upturned pillows
a crick developed in my neck
lower it you fool
Phew it was hot
my legs stretched far apart
letting my balls breathe
bringing them together resulted in a loud squelch
grab the talc
pour it on
rub it in.


Shagged

digging, digging and more digging
seems I spend my whole life digging
moving rocks
positioning sleepers
Phew I am shagged


My Doc Martins

Sitting on the floor looking at me with forlorn grins
my dirty doc martins
in desperate need of a polish
it's okay boys you are next on the list
soon have you spic and span
shipshape once more
a sturdy black pair of leather
capable of withstanding anything
oil, margerine, butter
two day old chewing gum
the dockers will stand it
faithful companions at work
never disagreeing or arguing
good boys.