I WONDER WHAT THEY WILL SAY

images

UNTITLED

I wonder what they will say of me when I am gone?
It was him that penned those lines, you know
The ones about choking the chicken.
Ah, poor Katie Doyle never lived that one down!
And the lies he told in that Altar Boy book he wrote
Just as well his poor mother wasn’t still around…

Then there was that tale about the Kray Twins
How he walked and smoked with them
On remand in Wormwood Scrubs if you don’t mind!
How they didn’t seem nearly as bad as they were painted
In fact he almost said they were kind!

I wonder what they will say of me when I am gone?
Perhaps they will say nothing

TWO POEMS

imagesCAXL83X2img_6570
UNTITLED

This man’s war’s not fought
With cannonball or shell
This piper plays in places
Where the mind no longer dwells
This piper raises all the rafters
Left in hell

MY TIME

This then is my time;
A ribbon of memories
Stretching back to an age
I can hardly remember
Anymore

With an indeterminate
Number of coils
Still to be unrolled
From a drum
Revolving ever faster as it
Unwinds

UNTITLED

        

UNTITLED

 An unmanned comet passed

By my window last night

Steering by our moon

Stealing love

 

Its journey will be long

 

 from my new collection of poetry ’67’ – http://www.tinhuttalespublishers.co.uk/67/