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Monday, 15 June 2026

Disproportionate

Someone said you were drunk

Someone said you were condescending 

Someone said why visit the monks

Someone said is it never-ending


And so the conversation did move on

Yes the conversation did so move on


From Socrates to Pilates

To the cost of those who represent

From deputies to destinies

To down payments of the rent


Someone said what did you expect

Someone said it’s all part of the act

Someone said did you not read the text

Someone sad it’s a sad life, that is the fact


And so the conversation did move on

Yes the conversation did so move on


From Bake Off through to Strictly

And how fame is the stars intent

From take-off to feeling fairly sickly

With the purveyors of all that’s sent


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Sunday, 14 June 2026

Collected Commentary

I am going into town

To see no new people

I am going into town

To see more of the real me


I read your story

Of the grief-stricken young maid

I read your poems

Written on the railroads of USA


I too have stood, and also sat

In cold empty churches

I too have stood, also sat

On the edge of the fens


So we have shared movement

And been

To each other’s houses

To write, to read, to laugh


You are the real thing

And I am the old pretender

You have the gift

And also you have given


I am going into town

To see no new people

I am going into town

To see more of you know who



Saturday, 13 June 2026

Shouldn’t Be Said

This isn’t the song

Which I wanted to sing

That old old story

Of you wearing my ring


No I wanted to sing of avoidance

The avoidance of me by you

I wanted to sing of abandonment

The abandonment,  and you seeing it through


I wanted to hurt you

And you to hurt me too

I wanted to hold on

To your eyes of blue


I wanted to tell you

And you to tell me too

I wanted us to sing on

With both singing true


I wanted to sing of abandonment

The abandonment of me by you

I wanted to sing of avoidance

The avoidance, and you seeing it through


This isn’t the story

Which I wanted to be sold

The sad old glory

Of being left out in the cold



Friday, 12 June 2026

The Two To One Question

I never did know

How far from the altar

I never did fathom

That old helter-skelter


I asked you once

I asked you twice

I offered you heaven

For a roll of the dice


You said no once

You said no twice

You didn’t believe in me

Or in Jesus Christ


I never did know

How far from the altar

I never did fathom

That old helter-skelter


I walked away once

I walked away twice

I was fearful of leaving

I was fearful of life


You stayed behind once

You stayed behind twice

You couldn’t conceive of me

Or of being my wife


I never did know

How far from the altar

I never did fathom

That old helter-skelter



Thursday, 11 June 2026

Bacchus Hotel

I am the only patron

In the rather swish coffee lounge

I am somewhat intrigued

By the chrome yellow shadows

With neon blue outlines


Now I play shadow puppets

As I choose a replacement dessert

Due to the run on the syrup sponge

The room is an interior designers dream

Or nightmare, depending on your taste


The stamped distressed vegetable crate

Suggests the establishment opened in 1691

I am joined by an old man, with his even older

Greyhound, assuming that is of course

That each dog year is worth x times a human year


The waiter explains to the woman at the bar

That she ought to book her Christmas meal

Sooner rather than later; you know how it is

In the trade, everybody is a salesman, everyone

Wants to make their mark, in full on sodium