On the Sunday afternoon

On the Sunday afternoon

With a wine gum

And the prospect

Of an evening at the pictures

On the Monday afternoon

With a bowl of cereal

And the prospect

Of shopping online

On the Saturday morning

With a hiatus

And the stubbornness

Of a dull mind

Sat, in the reclining chair

Sat, in the reclining chair

Listening to Dublin Blues

By Guy Clark, one heck

Of a neat singer-songwriter

“I loved you on the Spanish Steps

On the day you said goodbye”

Next up is Lyle Lovett singing

“Step up inside this house”

Which might also be related

To that fine teacher Guy Clark

“There couldn’t be more than ten

dollars worth to brighten up my day”

This is one good playlist

What with Clay Pigeon

And Ellis Unit One

By Blaze Foley and Steve Earle

Respectively 

The pen is refilled

 The pen is refilled

With Berlin Blue ink

And flows ever so smoothly

The last fill

Managed a full book

Of Berlin Notebook paper

So the bar is set

As is often said

In our poetry review

I notice that the ink

Is actually called

No.1 Berlin Notebook Blue

It is by Victor Walter

Who I take to be an artist

From those parts

I know little

I know little

Of these bales wrapped with twine

Alongside the fen road

I have an idea

That they were purposefully placed

Perhaps by a local farmer

I say this

Because the tyre tracks

Appear to be made by a tractor

The road also

Is covered by mud and debris

Indicative of a spillage or two

I write to you

I write to you

In ink of indelible blue

I have news for you

Which I believe to be true

I write to you

To say that I wobbled too

I gift these words to you

Perhaps yet another clue

I write to you

With a pen which dribbles through

I have new hope for you

My thoughts in indelible blue