Same Old Malarkey



-Apart from walk what

would you like to do?

-Dunno, don’t think about that

much these days.

Go out?


What to do?

I’m skint anyway,

then there’s the weather,

and, to be honest

I’m not much company,

and, repulsive to look at

except in a ghoulish way.

See I’m pretty much

resigned to that these days.

Don’t get me wrong though,

I haven’t given up.

Where there’s life…and all of that.

What about you, what are you up to?

-Cosmic time travel,

the laundry,

a spot of Pilates,

watch some junk on the box,

maybe a spot of bear baiting.

Same old, same old.

Isn’t online shopping a godsend?

The time you save…

-Dunno, don’t do it much these days,

too much damn hassle

and then there’s identity theft,


and you don’t know

really see what your getting,

well you can’t can you –

not unless you’re really there,

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Away from chaos radio and noisy gadgets

I try to hear my own voice.

It is jumbled, jerky, muddled


When it hears me listening it shut’s up.

Intruder, it whispers under my breath and hides behind an eyebrow.

Another voice comes, quite the opposite of my sonorous lilt

An abrupt  jibber-jabber

accompanied by

a mellifluous buzzer.

Just as I begin to make it out

It stops and hides behind an eyelid


Unperturbed I resume my

interrupted bout

of shadow boxing.

So far the shadow is ahead by two points:

it is southpaw, dogged, cunning, experienced.

I stand firm, steely jawed, granite eyed,

bleeding, unfeeling, waiting.

Rope a dope, Ali called it;

or, was that Angelo?


Zap, I’m downed

a momentary lapse is all it takes

bloody WASPs

get me every time

I let my guard down

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