Monday 2 September 2019

chit chat

up Knight Street

chit chat 

are these people talking to themselves
some of them look odd enough to be
day release inhabitants of wards

mental illness used to be a thing
now it's all community response
able bodied means can use a phone

what is cracking up these days yourself
or your line to them who’s handling you
swear that person is avoiding us

talking on their Moby Dick it’s sick
someone should have words with them not me
half a mind to but I’m misconstrued

every time I try to make a point
feel as though I’m speaking out of turn
be the words I use are out of date

waiting for the Magic


conspiracy theory

Newton was an apple scrumping hound
Galileo stole the telescope
Einstein pulled a fast one Edison's
phonograph stank

Jesus had a circus act did good
business till he copped a spear plans
plans the best of mice & men what’s new
under the sun

King Canute kipped on the sand to prove
Superman was not his middle name
though he didn’t live a thousand years
still going strong

fame it's all a muggin's game as the
actress said to Unctuous the Umpteenth
let us pray you want me on all fours
wiggle of bum

who invented sex now there's yer man
patent leather’s out of copyright
DNA on snakes & ladders play
god for a night

down Myrtle Street

on air 

oh the onus of that red
light the cellos leant astride
double basses hugged like tubs
violins

big & small take five asides
horns & woodwind hold their fire
timpani & cymbals count
empty beats

just the chirpy cor anglais
playing rustic catch-me-ups
swoop of lark in dizzy flight
ecstasy

what’s the maestro doing now
harmonious scratch of head
bum & better left unsaid
god that’s lame

still they clash in unison
every instrument as one
time to prosecute that long
pent-up fart

 Never let on!



No comments:

Post a Comment

Readers' comments are welcome!