Lighting Up an Old Flame (Title from ‘Chocolate Girl’ by Deacon Blue) Am I still obsessed with her All these years on Just because I write poems about her Like this. And the novel, Though it’s not so much about her As my inability to get over her And to give up smoking. OK so it may never get published It’s a bit weird. The protagonist, who isn’t me, Is himself an author And not altogether sane. Any similarities are entirely coincidental.
Marriage Year A friend rang me yesterday. He said, “It’s a marriage year.” Even his wife’s lifelong bachelor uncle was looking broody with the return into his life of his long lost love. Of course I thought of you and wondered for a moment if the world might be deciding to give me a second chance. It was a short moment of hope, soon chased off by cool reason and the lessons learnt from twenty years of solitude.
Vitality I wear a suit and tie To show how important I am. To show that I am potential board material. It signals my ambition, My desire to achieve, And my management status. It is vital to my career, because I'm not sure what my job is.
Foetal I feel like crawling under my desk And curling up in the cool darkness But I know that I would not be able To keep from smiling at the reactions of my colleagues It’s almost worth doing to see just what they’d do.
Conservatives and Reform/UKIP Fascist A, Fascist B bickering about how fascist to be Any fascist at all Is too fascist for me.
