Living My Own Death

I can tell you exactly when it happened. I was sat on one of those plastiky leatherette chairs. You know the ones, they have them in all hospitals, they’re easy to wipe clean if someone has a little accident. I had my hand clasped about my wife’s fingers and though I knew I was squeezing them too hard she didn’t complain.

She, the doctor that is, or should I say consultant? Anyway, she lent in towards us and said, “I’m sorry, the cancer has spread…..

 

i died

the black grey storm clouds lifted from my eyes

and i knew every moment

was perfect

 

i lay

and a whispered movement of air caressed my dead skin

with a reflective hint

of realisation

 

i heard

the intoxicating warmth of existence in the absence

of my future want

of breath

 

i saw

the id of creation within the eternity of my son’s eyes

as he mourned

my passing

 

i touched

my lover with the corpse cold hand of my regret

recognising her beauty

and mine

 

i found

the treasures i had strived for and knew them for nought

empty and stagnant

as was i

 

i died

yet in my death never could be more alive

my resurrection was

too soon

 

.….I heard the soft sound of my wife sobbing beside me.

 

Fat Pig

In the bottom of my handbag

lies a receipt

for a bar of chocolate.

I bought it with guilt,

I ate it alone,

It tasted of sweet emptiness.

 

Batman & Robin
Batman said to Robin, “Does my bum look big in this?”

“No, the tights look fine,” said Robin,
“But I have to tell you this,
That lycra top you’re wearing,
Enhances you man tits.”

“I’ll wrap my cape around me,”
Batman told his mate,
“I have to wear my lycra top,
Coz my leotard’s in a state,
My floral blouse clashes with my mask
And my boob tube is too tight,
So I’ll hide my tits inside my cloak,
I think it’ll look alright.”

“Whatever you want,” said Robin,
“Just decide and make it quick,
The bat signal is shining out,
And bat girl just called in sick.”

“I’m doing my best,” replied Batman
“Will you pass me my lippy please?
I can’t go out not looking my best
Now where did I put the keys?”

So whilst Batman and Robin searched high and low
For the Batmobile keys they’d mislaid
The Joker took over Gotham
And that’s the end of this tale I’m afraid.

 

Please Forgive My Stutter

The the this is the day

The doors break on through

The clash white riot

INXS I send a message

Kiss unholy

Beastie boys sabotage

U2 I will follow

The cure just like heaven

Earth, wind & fire be ever wonderful

The who I can explain