Coffee and Mints in the High Street

Coffee and Mints In the High Street

The last time I saw that figure
Walking along the front of the shop,
It was last Thursday afternoon.
The water drizzled so laboriously
Down the window pane,
I was unable to see clearly
The rain coat and distinctive
‘After Eight’ umbrella, swinging,
and ringing off the wet,
singing positively too close to
the oncoming pedestrians.
Now it became clearer 
the After Eight was, for me,
not quite the after dinner
Experience I had sought after.

It was time to act this fine
Early Friday evening and it was
Time to act now. It was only
Personal curiosity that took me
Outside to try to see what this
Creature was, or should I say,
Who it was. Who could represent
Themselves in this manner.
Who could show themselves
To be so timid in society
To hide themselves from me
With an After Eight umbrella.
I was determined to see the face
Of this minty shambles and 
I was determined to see how
Many peoples eyes it could
Gouge out with its brolly.

Today, a fine and sunny one,
A pleasure in afternoon coffee
And a stare at the world 
Going by me. In their
Prams and wheel chairs,
The sticks and the trainers,
The Hush Puppies and the 
Clarkes, the sneakers, the runners
The straight and the funky.
Fair play to the downright kinky
Footwear and the odours
People share when walking
Past the shop and the pub
The market and the 
Hub bub by the bus stop.
Some in triplicate, some not,
Some have real ideas and
Some are just clots, but I
Can see them all today walking
Past the tea and the coffee shop.

The coffee paid for a hop 
Skip and a jump through the door
Was the last I remember 
of the tea rooms, as I stared into
spaces and corners, around shoppers 
and the fawners, the local Mafioso,
the kids around Mc’Donalds,
the old ladies in the market
by the wool store buying lockets,
Sitting over buckets.
The fancy young trollops
At the benches, with the Kev’s and 
the Trev’s with fluffy tashes 
There are who are disturbed, 
some wholly mesmerised
old perv’s. The it or whoever
it was, it was gone in a flash, 
the precursor to a ghostly Nemesis,
Banished to the derelicts.

A Girl in Harrods

A Girl In Harrods

Dressed in black and with a donkey face
That is kind and interesting, I’d have to give chase.
Where has she gone in the store of some dreams, 
Look! Labels of love and pretentious grand grace.
There are people all around with suspicious eyes, 
In uniforms of work, there is no time to shirk, 
What am I doing in the centre stage, trade and conspicuous,
Look left, then right, look forward, a triangle of surveillance.
She’s there!, In a muse, Oh what dress to choose?
I relieve myself of the search, lean on the first
Resting place in awe, looking for her door 
As she leaves in a race, full of customers pace.
Of times that go by in the witching hours chime,
She grows in a dreams continuum, through a moment of love,
Though she doesn’t know in her unsuspecting ignorance.
Yet I cannot follow no more, no more of the dance, 
Around the shop did I prance, a Swan lake prance, 
Infatuation and wonder.
I shall never see her again, 
I kick myself in shame.
I should have spoken, 
but what do you say.
There will be a chance one day.

Crazy House

Crazy House (Song)

Capo on 4th
Found it on way I said I found it today
When I was striding along I said my stride was long
I saw a glint on the ground was the thing that I found
It was a shining at me like some jewellery

G C<<

Said I found it on my way I said I found it today
Sitting right at my feet something that I could keep
Was a funny little thing I felt like I was a king
It started jumping around this little thing that I found

G
I span around around I thought my mind was bound
C<<
For the for dizzy house and all maddening sounds
C
And all the silly clowns who shake and make a sound
C<<
Then make the rain come down and soak their crazy town

I saw the sun come break through out of the lazy clouds
And lift me far up high into the blazing house
The lunatics they all fell into fits
All in the public zoo to see what I could do….

G C<< C C<< C G
What I could do……..what I can do………what can I do?

A Bouncing Ball

The day is done
My time is young
Everlasting kingdom come
A bouncing ball
The trees too tall
But short enough to have some fun.

Dive

Dive

In this world party
He is invited to give a speech
A best mans honour
A persons contribution.

In a pale blue room
He sits in a plastic sheet
To keep him dry
From the blackening sleet.

He tries in order to
Find his traits
In life to take
Is all so fake.

He must make a mark
But in honesty 
no lies because
there is to define,

A world of opinion,
People will cry, 
If against the waves
You dive and you fly.

Ive seen it through

I’ve seen it through All my life I’ve seen it through The tiny talks With bars of you The young and the old Warm fires too I’ve seen it all I’ve seen it through

Easthombre

Eashombre

Don’t Know 
Sex in the morning 
But the lick
Was yawning
So that was it 
I couldn’t give 
A shit
She didn’t really
Find it erotic
But it wasn’t really it
Poor bloody git.
Didn’t find the the
Experience 
Really dogged sheer and 
But she liked to feel my feet
And that was really great
Really, bloody fate 
That I would find a date.

Toilet Walls

Toilet Walls

Watched the writing on the wall,
Thought I saw some easy scrawl, 
On the toilet floor and appalling doors.
Saw the Villa tattooed there
On the white tiled un-scrubbed surface, 
Resulting bare artistic ignoramus,
Messages from a man that called himself Shamus.
‘No shame!’ said the writing on the wall
So Fuck it all lets have a ball!
Stand and wait for the firing squad,
Wait a little longer for the man called Plod
To take me away and lock me up in my cubicle
Away from all the dirty rascals in this town, 
Bar muppets and their clowns.
Marshall law will bring it down,
Check classy ladies doing the rounds
Digging gold to feed the hounds.
Watch them scream at all the falls 
The writing on the toilet walls,
Stained with piss and shitty towels,
Hear them all run down the aisles 
Donning veils and wedding gowns
Sign away their lives right now
Later writhing on the ground,
Swim through sickly toilet floor pools,
To hear the lives go flushing down,
Scuba with the drunken grizzly ghouls.

Can of Seeds

Can of Seeds

She’s looking kind of funny mardy
She couldn’t find me hiding in the cupboard
She shouldn’t, with my can of seeds.

Hide and seek is very funny, 
If you know how to play as well as me, 
With my can of seeds.

I got out of my hiding place,
And ran around to find another space,
It’s a race, see my can of seeds.

I fell into a big black hole, 
She looked at me so blue and so damn cold, 
I'm not too old, with my can of seeds.

Fell over Again

Fell over again. (Hypochondriac dream cont.)

I fell over again the other day,
Doc said that it was another taste,
Of what was to come,
I shouldn’t look glum,
It’s not in your tum.
‘I don’t understand?’ I told her,
where is it then?
‘It’s in your head.’
That’s what she said
And stared at me incredulously.
‘But why is that?’ I cried!
I thought that she had lied,
Bout the bug in my lug,
Grey matter that I’d fried.

‘Let me put it this way…’
‘Every time I see you,
I see you every day. 
You never have anything wrong,
Its just a roll in the hay,
You need, a roll in the hay.’
‘Then cure me doctor, cure me.’
Alright she said ‘Ok!’
So I fell over and over again, 
Fell down in the hay.

Another Hyperchondriac Dream

Another Hypochondriac Dream I think my ears are full of wax, Cant hear the talk, telly phone and fax, Miss all the best new rocking tracks, Lose my balance, I’m on my back. Probably need to use a cotton bud, Probably need my ears syringed, oh golly gawd, go to the doctors, think I should? I will, I’ll have to make an appointment, Only if I wanted to I spose, but I never do, Just moan all about my illness to All my friends, yes, even you. What do you think I should do? See the quack, the medic dude, He’s really clever and very shrewd, ‘Now change you habits!’, ‘change your food,’ I’ll say ‘I will…’ I won’t be rude, just As long as I’m better, ‘when I’m cured!’. There's plenty of time, I’m well insured But I fell down again and its such a drag Well that’s just me on the floor and that’s my bag.