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.
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
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.
Rain, rain, rain, rain. That was what I woke up to today.
Rain, rain, rain, rain. It rained the entire morning, you know.
Rain, rain, rain, rain. Good thing I like the rain, hey ho.
Rain, rain, rain, rain. Everything wet, everything glistened.
Rain, rain, rain, rain. It played glockenspiel on the roof in patterns.
Rain, rain, rain, rain. It filled the pond, the fish smiled.
Rain, rain, rain, rain. It turned the colours in the garden rich brown and green.
Such a romantic sound, plonk plink, plonk plink,
it's nice to hear on the roof, don’t you think.
Spring rain is wild, unpredictable and swell.
Long, slow spring rain up against the wall.
Wink, wink. Lunch time the sun came out again.
There was a sunny window in which to walk the dogs.
But then I was back inside, the doors closed tight.
I was behind my computer all day and half the night.
That was when the sky opened up again and the rain fell down
so hard, it sounded like an army marching into war.
I wondered which parts of the city might be flooding in the morn,
We get the news reports of how many things got drowned.
It got heavier and heavier and heavier, and then as suddenly as it came down, it stopped again.
That is Spring rain.
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
