The Liquid Amber
frail beauty falling to earth.
All our broken hearts.
Some people say that you get what you need, in this life,
they even say there is some mythical being
making sure you never get more than you want, or need.
The truth is, that you get what you get
in this life, here is your lot, enough, too much,
they are not even considered, sink, or swim, here it is.
Write from your heart,
so it goes,
isn't that what they say?
I try to listen to what my heart says,
so I can tell you,
I want to, but,
how do you do that?
I don't know what is in there.
But whenever I leave my head, it’s a trap door, clunk, to a void, there isn’t anything there.
Trying too hard, I’m trying to put my brain into my chest.
“Barbara, I have two beautiful bulldogs.”
What I would have given for you to see them.
“Oh John, they are beautiful,” you’d say,
drawing both your hands up to the sides of your face.
Your look of the purest joy.
I’ve got Bulldogs, you had Bassett Hounds,
for all those years I drove your car around.
A Mini Cooper S, Mk1. BRG.
As I lay in front of my open fire, today,
on this winter’s day of June,
I suddenly realised, I will never,
have the pleasure of seeing your beautiful smile,
as you say those words.
I’m just going to have to dream
of that moment,
now forever,
instead.
Woke must be the biggest joke
ever perpetuated against society.
The conservatives, and the bigots, and the racists
commandeering a bogey man against which to rail,
so, they can go on talking their bigotry unabashed
with ‘woke’ meaning anything they want.
“Dam! I messed that up.”
The words fall from my mouth,
so easily, and so often.
“Wow, I got that wrong.”
It is like a song, I sing constantly,
I know it so well.
I say them, and sing them,
like that might change something, somehow?
(that much I can do)
but it never does.
It never will.
A dick goes in your son’s mouth
and that makes you feel disgusted,
you say?
Do you ever think about the dick
that goes in your daughter’s mouth?
No, I guess you don’t,
hey?
I hate to be so crude, but there is no other way
for that to be said, to say,
I am telling you about the same love,
as anyone else, but so many of you go there
and that is why, to you, it is so queer,
it is your problem not ours.
Bigoted politicians tweet vile messages,
which are universally condemned, by all and sundry
but then they say, in their defence we don't know
how men feel, but we do know, how real men deal
they don't care about being bigoted,
to hide their prejudice away,
real men hug their friends and their sons
in exactly the same way.