everyone’s funnier than me thankfully

someone was telling me about
his plans to cycle across Europe
detailing the miles between
one city and the next
what he’d wear
exactly what kinda bike
I said put a basket on the front
fill it with apples
and throw them at people as you go
no
he said
but the bike has two paninis
over the front wheel

someone else
was talking about
his grandfather
who fought in the first world war
mine did too
I said
he was in the first hoover battalion
they’d go in
with henrys on their backs
and clean out the trenches
oh he said
that sucks

someone else was telling me
about an old apple orchard
I like climbing trees
I said
but once I’m up
I tend to nest
and you have to poke me down
with a long stick
oh
she said
I’d use the stick to keep you up there

embarrassing moments #1

the terrifying dad of my best friend Gavin
was standing outside his workshop having
all his mates round from the biker club
to admire his work on a Tiger Cub

I stood there too but didn’t know mechanics
so when it went quiet I started to panic
I wanted them to see I was into bikes
but the only thing I could think of was pipes

I squatted down and grasped the exhaust
still red hot from riding of course
I gasped, said shit, flew straight backwards
(can’t remember my exact words)

and it wasn’t so much my pulsing red hand
as their silent treatment I couldn’t stand:
5 parts contemptuous, 5 parts saddened
then carrying on as if nothing had happened

what it looks like

it’s not a black dog
that howls and whines
it’s not a dark weed
that rises and binds
it’s not a grim mask
a scream, or a skeleton
it’s not an odd dance
or a glum-looking elephant
it’s not a low cloud
that rains on your bed
or a stream of squiggles
that wriggles from your head

no – it’s much less graphically cute than that
that void you’ve been keeping under your hat

is you

off lead

what do you do
with a dog like you
sniffing with his snout
running about
can’t hear a thing
so you have to shout
woolly as a rhino
extinct – I know
lived in the Pleistocene
Pleistocene not Plasticine
(is this really a poem about Stanley?
I think you’re getting sidetracked, sadly)

how to proceed
with Stanley off lead
yeti grade feet
tail so sweet
following his nose
back for a treat
lairy as loki
the series was hokey
Hiddelston charming
the dialogue jarring
(look – this is NOT a poem about dogs;
go find yourself another job)

the stanley anomaly

about 4 billion years ago
give a take a week or so
our Last Universal Common Ancestor
did its single cellular best ta
scrape a living around some vents
which as livings go is quite intense

fast forward through the family tree
and we end up with a dog called Stanley
half grey wolf, half old sofa
a perfectly adapted eater and loafer
a mishmash of such indescribable looks
Darwin would’ve tossed his books

returning to my roots

it was finally quiet on the clinical desk
the end of the day with nothing much left
we were slumped around it talking about death

I remembered the chats I had with mum
about life and death and what you become
she wanted hope; I tried to give her some

but it’s hard when you don’t believe in spirit
just every natural thing has a limit
and the really magical thing is physics

her proof of course was the ghost of Fred
who appeared one night at the foot of her bed
and THAT’S the first she knew he was dead

anyway, we often chatted about this
reincarnation versus fiery pits
we’d always end on good terms with a kiss

I was shopping in Sainsbury’s (the vegetable aisle)
when my sister rang to say she’d died
in bed that night with the dog by her side

so after all those talks about maggots
angels and spirits, atoms and planets
I lost the connection weighing carrots

teen bodybuilder at the gym

MATHS?
that’s a laugh
maths is BORING
counting numbers gets me snoring
SCIENCE?
silence
science is shit
how’s Einstein gonna get ya fit?
TECH?
total vibe check
I’d rather Netflix and chill
lifting pencils makes me ill
Biology’s
quality
when they talk about sex
and you get the dope on glutes and pecs
mate
I can’t wait
to quit that place
the only thing keeps me bangin’ is weights

status update L

L? / what the HELL? / (Latin for fifty) thanks for the intel / but – sorry to disabuse ya / it might as well be L for loser / L for laborious word producer / L for lightweight literary manoeuvre / L for lame attempts at humour / hilarious as a doctor confirming the rumour by miming the word for metastasizing tumour / L for lairy media consumer / (it’s taken me YEARS to reach this letter / you’d think I’d have rhymes that suited it better)

so

anyway

I’m a bichon frise pulling a heist / I’m Briggs’ Snowman getting iced / I’m Wile E Coyote vs Jesus Christ / bulging head in an Acme vice / I’m a certified wreck in big fat glasses / no idea where his head or his arse is / thus qualifying for government passes / as the ikebana beast of a thousand vases / I’m a doll in a diner / a dozy climber / a comedy puppet on a white star liner / dancing while the stern rears higher / the Captain snoring on a bougie recliner / I’m fast approaching absolute zero / a feckless fake and surrogate hero / I’m Florence Pugh as Robert de Niro / I’m a Dignitas drive-by in a retail park / I’m Indy giving in and looking at the Ark / ending up like the Nazi crew / who melt pretty quick into fascist goo / cos God is love but what the fuck / if you mess around with His shit, good luck

I’m a perp with a harp, a snail with a halo / the writing equivalent of poetry drano / I’m a flaming text / an awkward flex / a nervous witch with a first-time hex / King Kong putting on giant specs / I’m monkeypox, zoonotic bats / the end of the world with falafel wraps / close to something, close to collapse / a narcoleptic addicted to naps / a politician nodding and saying perhaps / none of this working / all of it hurting / working the ropes on the L-themed curtain…

in summary, then:

I’m Cary Grant and the Fondant Fancies

I’m Paul Newman and the Sauce Captains

I’m Selena Gomez and the Fountains of Grace

status update XLIX

Isiah: And the wolf and the lamb shall feed together / the wolf won’t enjoy it whatsoever / while the lamb she owns her shit she’s clever / reads the runes, reads the weather / sees the set-up / doesn’t get het-up / the wolf goes home and trolls no let-up / but the lamb’s in control / posts a poll / glory hallelujah or glory hole / all goes to plan / the wolf cops a ban / while she makes a killing on OnlyLambs

Braverman, Braverman / abracadaver fan / out of the crypt to creep up the ladder man / warm as a body bag, sharp as a cramp / aura of chloroform, top note of damp / shoes of a psycho, suits of a vamp / humanity cavity / lightweight no gravity / viciousness vented / deeply demented / id not hid but ego dented / rancid ambassador / poisonous parameters / medusa’s a loser snakes are for amateurs / waving her flag, raging at boats / would transport her mother for ten more votes

So…erm…whatever you’re thinking there’s a law against it / I’m sorry but they sold it off and fenced it / marches charged and rules upended / courts defriended / giving it all the government’s got / a cross between Clarkson and Oakenshott / dive down the ranking / country’s tanking / you’re only safe if you work in banking / lighting cigars with a bill of rights / doesn’t the army look beautiful tonight?

Dream sequence: May I? says Jesus, my A.I. butler / a cross between He-Man and Ivor Cutler / ever-present, hyper-aware / says rude things but I don’t care / blushing at his language, laughing at his gripes / as he fucks me breathless with chromium pipes / cleaning me up with hygienic wipes / a floozy in the jacuzzi / a diamond doozy / occasionally crazy but I’m not choosy

M’lud – I hardly think the jury needs reminding / not a word of this rap is legally binding