Trilogy

Second best

I’ve been there, seen that,
I didn’t buy the Tee shirt.
I’ve got the scars to prove it
If you’re given no chance
You look for reaction
A physical graffiti
To say I exist
I was here
And when the body will take no more
When the physical is the past
Then old man, sit and write your
Poetry.


Salford Jets

Bullets fly like swallows,
the joy of the flesh,
the kinetic connection
skin, bone, death.
Hooded clauses
born to be bad,
had the light stolen,
saw hope denied,
their brief fuse lit,
strung out
like a tightened noose.
Brother can you spare me?
A line.


Enough, though I can’t stand the Beatles


If only we knew when
we had it.
Stop stepping on necks,
breaking hearts and minds,
craving the drug of more,
wringing every last drop from,
life,time, earth, each other.
All we need is enough,
enough is all we need.