I never vote and tell me why should I?
They so don’t get the state that I’m in now,
No cash, no work, no voice, no fun, so how
Can I shout out and make them hear my side?
The selfish London bastards ought to try
And think like me and hate like me and doubt
Like me and stink like me and feel like nowt,
And see how they get on without a life.
I got a chance at last to shaft them all,
The last one of my life they tell me now
What’s going to piss them off the worst you reckon?
I went to vote with all my mates and scrawled
My cross inside the box for leave, for out,
For screw you Dave and you too Jezza. Cretins.
A dead fire of white–dusted stumps
Old friends on flimsy fading chairs
Messy meadow, down to bleached grass
Groyne wood bench for best sunset view
Wavy tamarisk bush bobbles.
Spit–spattered sea, red–winged windmills
Skyline silhouettes of boxy ships
And Southend on the horizon.
I drink tea from this mug at my father’s. It’s one of a matching set of four. Of course he didn’t buy it – my mother did. It’s very her. More slender than your regular mug and taller, with a splayed trumpet mouth reaching out.
On the outside the off-white china is illustrated with painted gardening pictures in leafy, woody, earthy colours with mushy pea green foliage. They look like the effortless drawings she did for us as children. Each item is labelled like a vocabulary exercise: spade, fork, tomatoes, herbs, wellies, water, seeds.
The inside is now beige-stained. A potted bay bush rises over the tea horizon as I drink. Just as she, in her tall blooming elegance, rose above the standard suburban household stuff to something special.
Oh mind, you fly away all day and night
Since I was young and quiet, I don’t know why.
A noise, a light, a thought, a glance enough
To send you off on random paths to love,
To laugh, to weep, in sleep, awake. Recall
The child, foretell the man, make sense of all.
I train you on my breath to empty out
The calls so loud, but still they jump and shout
About, demand attention from you, mind.
We’ll tire and land one day I think you’ll find.
With you I live and laugh
Without I cry and die.
Ages far apart, but
I never think about them.
Except when others ask
How much – ho ho ho ho.
More than you will ever know.
Two years on and we’re still here and feeling
You boredly lonely and ever love-needing.
Me over-filled and with plenty to give you,
You out to find the best door to go through.
Me convinced that I’ve finally found it.
Seeing it’s open you side step around it.
How can we know it will work in the long run?
We laugh long and loudly, we smile in the strong sun
We lie down at night time, we stir in the feathers
We’ve been to dark places, we’ve lost all our tethers.
Come down with me lovely, let’s leave now together
Run fast, hold tight and take off forever.