Listen
you can't win everything, but that shouldn't stop you from trying and if you're now trying to stop crying because you didn't win,
join the club .
go down the pub
and sink a few and by a few
I don't mean battleships.

I win some and lose some
and that sends me into a blue..
..oh! who
am I trying to kid?
I am a kid and if I lose it's only a hiccup
on the way up to winning.

You no longer believe in the media
because you know that they have all lied to you
and word of mouth cannot be relied upon
so
what to do if you want something new
untainted
vaccinated or unvaccinated?

and this is what I've waited for
since nineteen fifty-six?

thank god it wasn't fifty-four
or
you might have thought
that this was a poem.

No one wants to talk about those things that no one talks about.

The open society is closed until further notice, and here we are, wide awake, wondering why there's such an overwhelming ache that never seems to go away.

I dreamt a hundred sheep had wandered off to fall asleep,
leaving me alone to drive poor Bo-Peep home.

I dream a lot
some leave me cold, and others make me hot
but I've got no control
it's as if my brain cells take a poll and then decide on
what the dream shall be be.

It's nothing new
I'm sure that you dream too
and I wonder
have we ever met in them
watched the sun set and then rise again?

it's a shame that I cannot remember.

funny thing about Kites
you don't have to fly one
they
can fly by themselves.

A floodlight
but up in old Lancashire
the old Lancastrian
would say a floodleet
which is quaint and rather
sweet.

remembering t'mill
and t'pigswill bins
for pig farm
which did nay harm but
left an awful stink.

and t'stone jetty known as
Tortoise Shell,
never knew why it was so
it were just somewhere to go
when bunking off school.

Start
stop
horse and crop
the cart comes on behind.

Streets lined with cobblestones
wooden wheels
always feels like
rag and bone
rag and bone
sometimes through a megaphone

days gone by
I wonder why
copper is six quid a ton.