Every Now and Then

One hundred and forty four,
In one year, that’s my score.
Bogrhymes, reaching a gross,
Of digusting scalar adipose.

Forget celebrity,
It bores me.
Just bear with me,
Or ignore me.
I like television neat,
Not reality.
Sick to the teeth,
Of banality.

One European Cup,
You bring no league,
It’s not enough.
It’s time to leave.

My eyes were astounded,
A blackened sky, no warning!
There must have been six thousand,
Starlings swarming!

Better world is coming.
Tell you why, why, why!
Woodie Guthrie -
Me Oh My,
Oh Me,
Oh My!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Recessionary tactics?
Bought a new, T.V.
Flat screen, 40 inch,
Happy as can be.

This month and the next,
Are surely the worst,
The rest of the year,
Seems to go with a burst.
“January, February,
Don’t you come around.”
Leave us quick,
Help us pick,
Ourselves
Up off the ground.

Blinding night of crispy cold skies,
Stars alight and burning my eyes.

A huge matchstick snake,
Slipped from a boat.
Wooden it escape?
It would, and it float!

For even cynics at heart,
(If deeds mirror the speech.)
Today is the start,
Of bridging the breach.

Stormy Saturday, trees laid low.
Then, about nine, it started.
Big, floppy, flakes of snow,
Knitting a cold white carpet.

Forked tongues are tied,
No money, no cry,
It would make you scream,
And shout.
Irish ‘leaders’ decide,
A bank to buy,
Before the truth,
Will out.

A whale on the beach,
In Cork.
A plane in the Hudson,
New York.

Serious moon rising in the east,
A ball of climbing glow.
It’s poor timing but at least,
It made it to the show.

And you dare to call me, Gobshite!
You’re so far – and so wide of the mark.
Gobshites you brought me,
They sought me,
And now they’re all in the dark.

Economic climate?
Will you shut your hole…
I’ve never heard money,
Complain about the cold.
Meanwhile the weather,
What a snap of freezing!
When recession thaws,
We’ll all be,
Easing.