“I am not a poet”, said Tina, irritatingly. “I just write poems.”
“Urgh,” said Claire. “Just… urgh!”
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Notes:
1. Written in 2022 sometime
2. Sorry I cannot be more precise than that
poems
Tales From The Town #93: Poems From Minor Characters
#1: The Spider
scuttling across ceilings
spitting at me
all my splendid children
demand to be free
#2: The Cat
only in sleep
are we truly ourselves
and no one is themself
more often than me
#3: A Crow
you cannot
you will not
ever
scare
me
#4: David
My beard is like a tangled bush
filled with cobwebs
and bees
rotting fruit
and sparrow’s nests
crisp packets, carrier bags
and old coke cans
turned pink over time
by rain
and sun
#5: The Ghost In The Well
I am no longer alive
and you are not yet dead
but give it time
and we’ll be together again
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Notes:
1. The Spider was written on May 20th, 2022
2. The Cat was written on June 4th, 2022
3. A Crow was written on January 3rd, 2023
4. David was written on May 10th, 2022
5. The Ghost In The Well was written on November 11th, 2022
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all i want
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Notes:
1. Written on October 31st, 2022
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Beneath the sea
the bones and ash
of civilisation’s debris
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Notes:
1. Written on October 31st, 2022
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It was my turn as Prime Minister this week.
I was woken up by the whips and given the ceremonial hi-viz and hard hat
then driven straight to Downing Street to give a speech to the assorted Westminster hacks.
I said some nonsense about being here to serve all the people all the time
before adding “All the real people!” with a cheeky wink to the guy from GB News.
His thumbs up meant the world to me.
Once I got inside I turned the heating right up, left all the taps running
and ate every Viennetta in the freezer.
“Bill that to the taxpayer!” I chuckled to some weary civil servant
As I put the hard hat on his head, handed him the hi-viz jacket
and went next door to see who the chancellor was.
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Notes:
1. Written on 20th October, 2022
2. In some weak attempt to be Tim Key