Men

I can masturbate any where

in the car, under the stairs,

in an exam, when my fancy is in sight,

in a park, in the dead of the night,

in the lounge when there are people around,

riding a unicycle, playing the clown.

In fact, I’m rubbing one out now.

The Glass Is Empty Guy

Just lately, I seem to aspire

to a glass half empty,

that would be grand,

to get that much in life,

I think.

Getting things done is a chore,

even those for my own good,

even the simplest tasks,

I’m already bored.

I do have friends,

but I don’t contact them,

that just seems like a chore too,

how do people feign that much interest?

I just seem to want to drift

stare into space

sit with my dog,

feel time pass by.

When there is nothing to do,

I like that the best,

that is the easiest.

No stress. 🙂

Religious discrimination laws

are really just a continuing temper tantrum

from the religious right wing

for the world having moved on without them.

Good Old Days

We remember them well, the sunshine

of our childhood, how we all miss them so.

(don’t mention the sexism, the racism,

the homophobia, the bigotry, the poverty, 

the inequality, or the religious indoctrination,

for Christ’s sake)

We wonder if those days will every come back?

We lament that they are gone at all?

Ah, the good old days.

Fond memories.

Burning Heart

How does it feel?

Cauterised and future proofed 

– think dissected frog and battery cables –

now better than before,

so, they say, so they implore.

 

How do you feel?

How am I supposed to feel?

Better when he comes,

and gives my heart a proper work out.

 

Better when I can breathe 

and my hair stops hurting.

Better when I can feel

and my world stops spinning.

written for my perennially single, desperately looking, mate David after a minor procedure on his heart for Supra-ventricular tachycardia (SVT) that involved cauterisation of nerves, complete with Sex and The City references

Stormy Weather

Major storms at midnight they said,

so, with some trepidation we all went to bed.

But the world was clear and calm when we got up today,

perhaps the killer storms all blew away?

Perhaps, the weather hasn’t become 

a part of the news cycle as we cynically thought?

Perhaps, the weather by Rupert Murdoch hasn’t been bought.

Thunder storm asthma, flash floods, fire, rain

all good stuff to sell the news for the nightly campaign.

But seemingly never a part of a coordinated plan

to inform the public that climate change is well and truly at hand.

Some Boys

 Chinese men are

so handsome

with their almond shaped eyes.

Italian men 

are so sexy 

the way they wear their clothes.

English men 

are so pretty 

the quintessential British rose.

American men 

are so neat 

All buttoned up and polite.

French men

are so daring

We could listen to them all night

Greek men

Are so hairy

Please hold me in your arms tight.

Australian men

Are so laid back

Nothing seems to be too much

Great hair and smiling

They make them, big, blonde and brash

Let’s all go Dutch.

Japanese men

Love technology

Come take me by the hand.

Indian men

Look like velvet

Do you understand?

Turkish men

Don’t mind it both ways

They’ll let you touch them down below

Lebanese men

will say, Let’s hang out 

Because he really loves his mates.

Canadian men

Are so friendly

And ruggedly sexy too.

German men

Are so honest

They will come home to you

Divorce

There are people in love all around me, the soon to be “we” people, or not, we’ll see. I wish I had a special friend, not a lover, just a listener. Unconditional love, oh, the beauty of a dog, man’s best friend.

I wish time would turn back eighteen years. I wish I had floppy hair, an unblemished face and the boundless enthusiasm of a kid at the chocolate shop for the first time.

I’m toying with the idea of finishing with love right here. It’s crap; it’s a delusional state because I believe in it, believe it will amount to something of significance. I’ve created something like false hope. It’s Stockholm syndrome.

A waste of time.

A delusional state because I believe in it? Just another hack writer penning sonnets, just more schmaltz with which the next generation will be burdened.

It’s too late; it’s just too late.

Time runs on as time runs out.

I’ve had my prince, which somehow turned me into a toad. Hop, hop, hop, go figure.

What is the truth?

The world turns, spins, spins and turns.

And we all head to therapy, the smart ones, anyway. 

“But if you’re so smart why do you need therapy?”

Angst is such a waste of time.

“Brilliant, (I need Bette Davis to say that word for me) and the haves get more and angst gets the rest.

“Er, I’m blocked, I think I lost you…” And you built a wall so fast, and the world…

It’s me against the world, and there is you against the world and forever fell over somewhere in between.

I hate being negative, but the world is a negative place and it eats you up.

Happiness is a fragile condition, don’t go against it in thought, word or deed, but especially deed.

Thoughts are powerful things, so be careful what you wish for; it may just come true.

We lost each other and I never thought it would happen to us.

And friendship goes and the world turns in angst and negativity and we fall and the mud sticks to our skin and I never thought I’d have to do it alone,

being on the outside looking in.

What did happen to those smart young things, so hip, so together, so much fun?

Gone to their graves, everyone. Or, just gone. Done.

So, who shall I sing for and who will be mine? 

A taxi ride home is personal, if you’re alone 

and the bored brain behind the wheel stays tuned out,

by staring ahead into the night.

It’s cold, quiet and dark.

And when the door clicks shut

and you fall to the ground…

nobody is around to laugh at my jokes,

besides you’ve heard them all,

how did I get so out of vogue?

You can’t look me in the eye and sparkle a bit,

just cold disappointment and pointed whit.

Where did you go to my lovely,

didn’t we once used to cuddle, instead

of unknowing, distant, looks.

Wasn’t it you and me and the rest of the world,

wasn’t forever a very long time,

you made me believe in it, where I never did,

the logic doesn’t exist.

And we thought we were so clever in love and free

but it all comes back to you

eventually you see.

And you’d do it for me,

And I…

that’s how it was to be.

And I would…

Yes, I know I said I would,

and we’d both be so safe and together and free…

but I think I missed a step.

I think I’ve always missed that step, that pesky step,

been out of step,

been out,

out.

We went out, who’d have guessed,

who has guessed?

You see,

I don’t have any more stories to tell,

I don’t have any more what ifs on which to dwell,

I don’t have any more excuses to sell.

I have a doctor’s appointment, tomorrow at twelve.

When you love me

The world seems bigger

The sky seems higher

The sun seems brighter

The air seems fresher

I walk lighter on the ground.

20 Years Ago

You were the one who changed my life, sure you were,

but I don’t really want to give you that now, now that you’re gone.

It was probably a timing thing, more than anything we did,

I was young back then, you’d been around.

Forever, we used to say, that was our thing, whispered it to each other,

and we meant it at the time, I know that much, sure we did.

But that was before I learned forever had a time limit on it, naive me,

you should have told me, let me in on the secret that only you knew.

Soul mates we used to say, to each other and the world.

You left 20 years ago, you walked away, 

I wouldn’t give everything up and let you take care of me,

 – because, I’d learned by then, that came with conditions too – 

when someone else would.

The World is Fucked?

Why is the world so fucked?

And you know I don’t want to be that person.

So why is the world so fucked?

I want to maintain a positive attitude,

but some days that is just not humanly possible.

So why is the world so fucked?

I don’t want to admit that it is true,

but from all accounts, the situation is pretty dire.

There is no world leader we can admire,

what the hell are we going to do?

Okay there are a few, Ardern, Merkel, Trudeau.

So, why is the world so fucked?

It is greed, they say. It is social media. It is the anti everthings.

It is conservative politicians, doing what conservative politicians do,

steering us back to feudal lords and the surfs that are the rest of us.

Good for the economy having entrepreneurs and the poor that serve them.

Good for everyone, to have the rich captains of industry

sucking the life out of the rest of us, good for growth,

good for politicians in their occupations post us.

I Like

I like cake.

I like cars,

1950s American my latest phase.

I like dirty stories, those that are taboo. 

Honestly? How about you?

I like writing, words, beautiful sentences,

ever since I was a kid, 

something I could never shake,

not that I wanted to.

I like sunshine,

I like the wind.

I like Thursdays. I only work to Wednesday.

I like art, modern art makes me think the most,

it does things to my brain,

other art forms can’t claim.

I like god when a black woman sings.

I like lazy days.

Strawberries and ice cream.

I like time,

despite it slipping through my fingers like water.

I like working hard, but only when I choose, 

I like the feeling when I am done.

It’s good to achieve and feel like something.

I like laughing,

I like crying,

both make me feel something.

I don’t like stress, it spins my head.

I like smart people, 

good conversation,

food and wine.

But, I like pot the best,

it mellows life out the most.

Victimhood

The duchess and the dweeb

couldn’t seem to leave, the

palace without burning it down 

on the way out.

“If we can’t have nice things,” 

“We really don’t want to whinge,”

“But you know, it’s privacy,” they say.

Then they got in the Rolls Royce, 

and drove away,

heading across the pond

where the sun shines all day long,

where they could say and do whatever they like,

firing their grapes of wrath back home

whenever they feel they are being ignored

Woke

I’m woke (whatever that means?)

Because I spoke against women getting groped.

Because some conservative bloke

didn’t want things to change, he hoped,

I can only think that’s what he hopes.

They say I’m woke, because I want to stop bigots who spoke,

and homophobes who fear a manly grope, 

they can only hope, because there’s not much hope of that,

you’re ugly and fat, probably with hair on your back.

I’m woke because conserves don’t see anything but white,

this is despite, us all coming in every colour under the sun,

I have no idea where such thoughts begun?

I’m woke because other people can’t think, and they say awful things with a nod and a wink, not understanding why such words stink.

 

I’m woke because I call out conservatives bigoted speech, which they say is free,

it’s my speech with which they don’t agree,

the irony is not lost on me.

 

But mostly I’m woke, because conservatives need an enemy against which to lay their ideas about nothing, scared of changes, and society becoming something their 10 year old selves won’t ever understand.

Something Has To Change

To the antivaxxers,

the covid non believers,

the conspiracy theorists,

the climate change deniers,

the end of timers,

and the flat earthers,

for god’s sake,

so many fuckwits,

so little time.

So much global warming 

cooking their brains,

so much conservative policy

leaving them behind,

too many algorithms 

putting so few ahead.

Back on your meds, people

before you bring all of us down.

Something has to change

before democracy falls over dead.

French Cuisine

Cough, cough

Splutter, splutter,

You’d taste even better

Covered in butter.

I’m A Lucky Man

The day feels warm, fresh and easy.

Do you live just to please me?

Because I live to do the same.

The smile on your lips,

and your laugh so lovely 

my only claim to fame.

I love your face

and your easy grace.

I really am a lucky man.

Failure of Modern Parenting

You can be your own special creation

You can be anything you want

You can be anything

You can be

You can

You

All Of Us

Nobody lives in peace,

until we all live in peace.

Nobody is valued,

until all of us are valued.

Nobody is safe,

until all of us are safe.

Nobody is accepted,

until everyone is accepted.

Nobody is free,

until all of us are free.

Snowflakes

Died, died,

it got passed,

by passed.

Don’t think “they” liked the sound of it.

(roll of the eyes)

I don’t know why?

Died was a perfectly good word.

But, as we all know,

good died first.

Change

Dawn, to me, used to be

A fat girl in a tight dress,

Now I see it as

The most beautiful part of the day.

Life

Era’s end. Eras end forever. Think of infinity.

Life is a succession of eras ending. 

Life is a series of endings. 

Good things happen, and then they end. 

Gone. 

No matter how brightly they once shone.

Covid Shot

One covid shot, now just waiting for the blood clot. I wonder where is the spot? Will it be a red dot, that I got? In my veins, like red snot? Perhaps, what would help is a vodka shot? Or, some lovely pot. Oh, those thoughts I have to blot. And we'll all get through it ready, or not.

Delusion

Walking on water,

water into wine, 

feeding many with a couple of fish.

Proof,

you can fool some of the people

all of the time.

I Cry For Humanity

All the money in the world

doesn’t seem to be able to put

food on every table on the planet

despite there being enough to feed everyone.

Scott Morrison

Our Prime Minister

said he'd work for all the people.

He failed to mention it would be

counting his donations.

Sad Truth

Water in, water out

this is what climate change is about.

Dry and hot, we all scoff,

none of us are going to make it out.

Gaze in the mirror.

Can’t help but think good bye tiger,

As I fade to grey

What Was My Dream?

Dreams, the most transient of our thoughts,

we forget them before we realise them,

and mostly we are left thinking,

what was my dream?

Really

The only person

you have to make amends with

is the person who greets you

in the mirror every morning.

If you can make peace with him,

you can make peace

with anyone.

Now She Just Has To Sell The House

Madeline left Sebastian.

She did a runner in the night,

twenty five years in.

Forever is a long time

My heart aches for my mother’s smile

My brain fails thinking of never

Sweet potatoes are

like whales, it’s how you can hold

a giant in your hands 

Dancing in the rain

Water drips from my face

Nobody is watching

Dapple light falls

Wind rustles the leaves in the trees

Such exquisite beauty to lose

All I Have

You thought I’d forgotten you?

How could I,

You are all I have.

Writer's Block

The well is dry

My brain still click clacks away

Echoes in the void

Apologies

I apologise to my poetry blog

Nothing good is coming from this poor sod

Everything I write is crap, I don’t know why

My lack of brilliance makes me want to cry.

And then I apologise to everyone I have ever known

Hoping that might make a difference to what I’ve done

To all the people I have upset, ignored, or made to feel bad

Maybe that might make the world better and my writing grand

You know, in case karma is an actual thing,

And being kind makes a difference to everyone

As though my dark sense of humour and wherewithal

Doesn’t make my creativity and writing stall.

Too Much Of A Coward

I’m too much of a coward to suicide, 

Sore neck, sore gut, sore wrist, choking, suffocating, no thanks.

It is probably good, because if I was brave

I could be dead.

I have to think about that,

yes, I do, cause that could be,

a thing, yes it could, there

but for the grace of the universe, I go.

And how would that be?

Would anyone be talking about me cowardly?

No, it would be, why did he do it?

Why did we not see it, they’d say.

But what does cowardly look like,

did they ever think it looked like me?

Hiding in plain sight, as they say,

before I went mysteriously away.