Every Now and Then

Long days for a fortnight,
Nights last only a few hours.
And stately plump gentlemen,
Ascend Martello Towers.

Cameron’s speech at the least, deserves a mention,
Clear in it’s tone, and it’s intention.
38 years ago, one day of malevolence,
Now has less half-truths, more hard evidence.

More than eighty percent,
Want an alternative.
Less than one in five,
Want this government,
Yet, they survive, for years.
Because the opposition,
Are eternally crippled.
Internally combusting,
Politically dripping,
Wet, behind the ears.

Unnerving
Whirring
Unending
Blurring

Huge Spin Effort,
Hopeless Sack of Eejits.
Hardly Safe Ever,
Healing Self, Easiest.

After dragonfly days,
Of hazy heat.
Come the nasal sprays,
Of wet concrete.

They’re cutting the silage like crazy here,
The evening rumble of tractor and trailer.
I like the bustle on these days of the year,
A poetic struggle – an adjective failure.

After Israel’s latest and bravest,
Naval attack…
And then the spineless response,
Of the US and Barack…
It seems there’s stronger vertebrae,
In Bono’s back..!

I’ve stopped smoking,
Hooray..!
I’m six months,
Or so,
Nicotine free.
Now I’ve got,
A sore throat
Today,
And I feel like
A celibate,
Getting V.D.

If it stayed like this,
What would we do?
We would stray from bliss,
And go cuckoo.

Inside this house, there are four of us,
So long may death, be ignoring us,
Today the sun, is imploring us,
To get outside, it is glorious!

What the hell is going on?
Do fruit bats grope?
No, but they give head,
Apparently!
Academic ding dong,
Life’s stranger than soap,
Know that you must tread,
Warily!

Brady was a younger man,
Then.
But now he does wrong,
Again.

Just because I can mow grass,
It don’t make me a gardener.
Just because I can share loads,
It don’t make me a partner.

Just because I can lay low,
It don’t make me a doormat.
Just because I can be slow,
It don’t make me a bore, that.

Just because I can throw stones,
It don’t make me a rebel.
Just because I can curse homes,
It don’t make me a devil.

Just because I can fly high,
It don’t make me Aer Lingus.
Just because I can think wide,
It don’t make me a genius.

Is the Euro turning into,
The new boss of ya?
Is it becoming akin to,
A swastika..?

Yawn.
Worn myself out…
Been having a recurring dream.
I’ve been cycling miles to work.
Miles and miles, on a bicycle,
Miles and miles,
Pumping legs.
When I’m not pumping tyres up -
That is…
That is…in case you don’t know,
I couldn’t cycle a mile without fainting.

Dawn.
Torn myself up…
Been sleeping not very well it seems.
I’ve been thinking piles of junk.
Piles and piles, it’s nonsensical,
Piles and piles,
Drunken dregs.
When I’m not stoking fires up -
That is…
That is…in case you don’t know,
I couldn’t light a fire without fainting.