Sunday, 30 June 2024
Sunday, 23 June 2024
BEATS OF LOVE
123. In a Heap by Me
'He's deep,' said someone
as I lay in a heap,
The rhythms of the night before
lay with me on the floor,
'How could they possibly know how great the new 2 Lone Swordsmen LP is?'
I asked myself in emotive wonder
As they calculated that the glass-eyed shallow end of life is best,
The drizzle, not this thunder
Drizzle that characterized my old man's days on earth
Sure, he'd seen the Stones at Belle Vue
but that was nothing new
I never thought Mick and Keith would outlive him or Lord Sabre
or never thought I'd be voting for this tepid form of Labour
Who I vote for to annoy my old man, still
Whose upper body conceals itself behind an out-folded Daily Express
I see those flapping slippered feet untangling the mess
That life became
within a paper so lame
'He's in a heap,' said they
and they were dead right
Friday, 14 June 2024
BEATS OF LOVE
122. Reddish by Me
There's a school of thought
says you are what you've fought
Doesn't say that man who's devised a scheme
to avoid being seen buying hemorrhoid cream
Disguised as a small redbrick house
But not just that; its internal walls
so duly mis-recognized as a billboard
There's also a school of thought
says conflict's bought
Doesn't say that same small redbrick house
Instead, stepping into the ring
of someone else's imagination
Slack-jawed in puffy shorts
It wins the bout
Only coz imagination knocked itself out
Yeah, there's a school of thought