In the wee hours

TUTOR of mine, pardon my
BRAWL, I mean scrawl, which I wrote in a cloud of excess.
EXALT my marks to an A+ I beg,
PRIOR to my deadline. I’m in your thrall, and thee I will bless. 

The death of silence

CLANG! the kids are home. Peace no longer reigns as now
ERUPTs the homework pain, the refusal to read the tome.
QUIET has gone like a stolen garden gnome. Vainly I
SAUTĖ my interrupted meal, my late lunch, midst a teenage velodrome.

Invidious position

Back in the day, the hooker in the SCRUM’s
middle, was liddle – as I was, and BESET
by the blokey blokes around me; SMALL,
with bleeding nose, I hung between the props, SADLY.      

Empty space

I can remember the wonderful days of stretched-out CinemaSCOPE,
when one actor might be on the far left, the other on the far right.
There was time when spreading out your actors was a kind of GENRE,
but when TV started showing these elasticated MOVIEs
you could wind up watching a blank set with voices coming from either side,… Continue reading Empty space

All in a day’s work

The
GNOME opened the gnome-sized door to the
METER reader, who first went red as a new-laid
BRICK, and then by turns pale, wan and
ASHEN, before tripping over his shoes, (made of suede).

Disappointment

RADAR, a M.A.S.H. soldier seldom
ELATEd, was elated less on seeing his miniscule
STEAK, the first for a year, disappear in a
FOAMY cloud of marked-down military soap.        

Loodikriss

Heading, yacking, rolling towards DEBAR
I scarce my mind in order to order had BEGUN
When I heard before me? – back o’ me? – some fibreglass CLINK:
Me mate – that son of a gun! – was having a drink in a bottomless KAYAK.

Shift worker

OMBRÉ sky blends blue, gray, white,
TODAY blends evening into night. My
MECCA, midnight, my day’s delight, my shift
WEDGEd midway between dark and bright.