He's a good man

He’s a good man, works hard for a living

He’s a good man, yes, he’s caring AND giving

He’s a good man, he eats what I cook, never makes a complaint

He’s a good man: drinker, smoker, player? These are things that he AIN’T

I trust him I love him, I’d sacrifice my life

If he asked me I’d say yes if he said “will you be my wife?”

He’s a good man, doesn’t swear when I’m about

He’s a good man; I’ve never heard him shout

He’s a good man, kind to animals and VERY good with kids

He’s a good man, looks after his mates when they are on the skids

I trust him I love him I’d give up on my career

If he asked me I’d move just so we could be near

He’s a good man; he’s useful round the house

He’s a good man, ain’t scared of spiders, ain’t scared of a little mouse

He’s a good man, neat and tidy, polished shoes, clean nails

He’s a good man, comes shopping, even takes me to the sales

He’s a good man, he respects me and the decisions that I make

He’s a good man, he knows a relationship’s about give and take

I trust him I love him with him I’d run away

I’d give him all I have if he wasn’t fucking gay.

tired

Tired, tried to sleep but couldn’t, closed my eyes but my brain wouldn’t

Stop, returning, turning, spurting, spurning my desire to be free.

It cajoled me, decided to hold me, in it’s crazed ferocity.

It took me back through years, tears, fears and opportunities. Reminded me of lost loves, bad boys, and gorgeous girls until my mind was full of whole communities; babies, toddlers, teens, young adults, Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, witnesses and a vast array of smaller cults.

Battered me with images of bodies writhing, riding, biting, fighting, none of them were law-abiding, all were moving, pushing, pulling, slipping, sliding. Kisses, strokes, nibbles, sucks; glimpses of a thousand fucks.

Tired, tried to sleep but couldn’t, closed my eyes but my brain wouldn’t…slow the pace. It showed me each and every face I’d ever kissed, each and every one I missed, didn’t do it like a list, didn’t have any rules; a brother then several fools, a mother then two friends on stools, then another, then one that drools, then one other draped in jewels. I tried to make connections, tried to put them into sections but I couldn’t make corrections, they were right but no, that’s wrong, those are good, those are strong, they definitely do belong, but those two can’t go together, can‘t be in each others life; that’s HER husband and that’s HIS wife, that’s a cousin, that’s a nephew okay, that’s a niece but where is the connecting piece? There’s my father without warning, I’m going to be so tired in the morning….

happy new year

So…the end is near and now we face another countdown…

New Year’s Eve rears its head and we’ll all dance to Motown

Auld acquaintances will be remembered and contact will be made

Memories will be rehashed and slightly over played

Stocks will be restored because we gorged all over Xmas break

Food, drink, class ‘A’s and ‘B’s we said we wouldn’t take

Are in our bellies and our minds are starting slowly to recover

But soon will come a night unlike any other

Where gentle steps become leaps and bounds as we push head long into fever

Friends come out, drunks fall about and we are both or either

Battles fought for tickets sought are forgotten as we enter

Buses, full and FREE, tubes packed with glee, we get into the centre

This way, that way over there, let’s stop and get our bearings

In that bar we’ll have a jar and we can start to share things

He’s feeling down, she’s coming up, we’ll have one more then we really have to leave

He starts to cry, she’s really high and I think I’m going to heave

Music’s pumping, people jumping, smiles on all our faces

Pubs and clubs are fit to burst; it’s crammed in all the places

Queues are long, anticipation’s strong, wide-eyed nervous looks

In the line friends of mine, from work, school, one or two are crooks

All here to drink with cheer, another year is nearly done

Battles fought hard all year either lost or clearly won

The ticking tocks, an eye on clocks, the end is very close now...

…From 10 down to 5 the joy begins, please don’t be morose now.

From 5 down to 4 the fun’s begun for those that couldn’t wait

For some a show to let others know that they’ve decided on their fate

Bells ring out people shout and everyone is kissing

Glasses clink as we all drink to those we wish weren’t missing.

.IT’S A LONDON THING

Aldwych, Aldgate

Brixton, Bishopsgate

Clapton, Clapham and Camberwell (of course)

Dulwich to Denmark Hill, where it gets a little more coarse

Guns at the ‘Elephant’ ain’t the same as Eton rifles

T.A.’S, P.T.A’S funded by fetes and fairs selling home made trifles

Gimps, goons, gangsters, gentlemen and gays

Harridans, harlots, whores and ones that go both ways

Islanders, idealists, inbreds, inmates

Jokers, Jehovahs, jugglers, jailbaits

Kennington/Kensington the difference is clear

Londoners all, I hold all of them dear

Mates, muckers, marauding mobs

Neighbours, knockers, nutters and (k) nobs

Opportunists in Oxford Street making their marks

From Putney to Peckham, it’s plastered with parks

Quiet, quaint, quintessentially queer

Richmond’s a royal one, with surprisingly, deer!

Status symbols slip silently passed

Tottenham to Totteridge, that journey’s not fast

Uxbridge, the outskirts, all similar places

Vauxhall’s where you’ll see a vast array of faces

West Ham, Wimbledon, Watford, both places AND teams

Excessive, exciting it explodes at the seams

Youthful, young, incredible old, yet constantly new

Zealots, Zionists there’s even a zoo.

A good man is hard to find

He’s a good man: works hard for a living

He’s a good man: yes, he’s caring and giving

He’s a good man: he eats what I cook, never makes a complaint

He’s a good man:  drinker, smoker, player? These are things that he ain’t!

I trust him, I love him, and I’d sacrifice my life.

If he asked me I’d say yes, if he said “will you be my wife?”

He’s a good man: he won’t swear whenever I’m about

He’s a good man: I’ve never heard him shout

He’s a good man: kind to animals and he’s very good with kids

He’s a good man: looks after his mates when they’re on the skids

I trust him, I love him, and I’d give up my career

If he asked me, I’d move so we could be near

He’s a good man: he’s useful all round the house

He’s a good man: ain’t scared of spiders, bugs or a mouse

He’s a good man: neat and tidy, polished shoes, clean nails

He’s a good man: comes shopping, even takes me to the sales

He’s a good man:  he respects me and the decisions that I make

He’s a good man: knows a relationship is about give and take

I trust him I love him, with him, I’d run away

I’d give him all I have, if he wasn’t fucking gay.

Alphabetti spaghetti

A is for apple

B is for bite

C is for crunch

D for delight

E is for eggs

F is for food

G is for everything that can taste good

H for humus, halibut and ham

I for inventive, which in the kitchen, I am

J is for jelly, juices and jerk

K for knives in the kitchen, where I do all my work

L is linguini, lunch even liver

M is for mushrooms, whole or a sliver

N is nuts, nachos, soup made from nettle

O is for oranges, which help the stomach to settle

P for pork, peaches, and plates fit for a prince

Q is quail, quavers or quince

R for rabbit, ravioli or the rivers I fish

S for sugars, sweets or savouries served on a dish

T is for tarts, treats like tiramisu

U for utensils and ugly fruit too

X is for Xmas where we eat to excess

Y is for yolk, yam…do I like food? The answer is yes

Z is for zest. Food is the best

Sharing is good to...

To share a bus, you only have to step on board

To share a train, the same

To share a meal is a wonderful thing

It is good to share the blame

To share your feelings can be hard

But worth taking a chance

If you share music, you may share a dance

SOMETIMES, I DON’T WANT TO SHARE

SOMETIMES I WANT IT TO MYSELF

SOMETIMES I HIDE WHAT I HAVE

To share your thoughts can, in some places, get you put in jail

It’s good to share shelter from snow and hail

“Share and share alike.” They say. THEY have plenty

Sharing a bath ensures you get dirty

Sharing a shower is a lot more flirty

Sharing communion is tribal cannibalism

Sharing a moment of beauty lives with all that shared it forever.

Everyone wants an equal share

Sharing space is hard with strangers and amazing with lovers

Sharing fluids….

I like to share. Do you?