going home

standing on corners

walking the miles between those

to get on my way

I was going home

between deployments

postings to places

I’d never been

seen heard of before

to set out on trains

or exercising the thumb

thinking I’d see people

get some welcome there

& it never was

like the movies

in the tv scenes

the buzz I’d built up

expectations on the way

would disappear

the instant I’d knock on the door

& they’d say

oh you’re here

when do you go back?


cries in the night ‘why?’

my neighbours have dramas

they don’t need no tv show

they fuss they fight

the cussing is a delight

I record it for giggles

let all my friends know

lately she’s taking to beating

hits him with a broom

pots n pans food gets thrown

all about the place

spatters the room

the cops come haul him off

she sits on the front steps

beats herself around the head

cries in the night ‘why?’

I came up beside him

down at the grocery store

erm y’know fella this stuff

she does is abuse yeah?

& he stared me right down

told me to mind my own business

walked off all in a huff

& the next time the cops came

duckwalked him out in cuffs

I raised my glass high smiled

I see you’ve got a handle on things

& when she cried out why?

I told her you know baby

you ever thought of buying a tv

getting your drama kicks there?

& you know she told me

to fuck off

or she’d call the cops

there are some people you can’t help

right there

people got insurance

there at the bar

man is feeling flush

had a little touch last night

& tonight he’s all flash

new suit new shoes

new shirt new attitude

& who cares if some no mark


is missing some jewellery tv cash?

he’s at the bar buying beers

& no one here is gonna ask

where the money he got came from

people got insurance don’t they?

all anybody will say

ever wants to do

is just

to make their life interesting

surround themselves with

nice things creating ease

good people happy times

but all of that gets distorted

by mistakes

mistaken people

taking the side track

easy route


to the tv

the booze


the drama

thinking these help

aid the good times

worse later

you find yourself

caught up in the drama

looking for the next fix

no effort entertainment

buzz of fake excitement

when all you wanted

was ease

good people good times

& now there are no signs showing

to back

where you wanted to be

Easy peasy (lemon squeezy)

Tv presenters
who all come from ‘nice’ families
y’know, well educated, good teeth
who do shows on the idiot box
& can’t wait to get their hands dirty
for oh, five minutes at most
shearing sheep
digging holes for gold
lumberjacking in the plaid
& on & on & on
just to demonstrate the skills needed
but fail of course to do this
without close supervision
that afforded to newbies
in any hard work industry
all risk assessments & rehearsals
behind the shown scenes
cut & re cut to show the talent
in its best possible light
then moving on to the next show
without a thought to the folk
who do these things 8-10 hours a day
at pay a fraction of the tv presenter
who has just shown that their skills
can be learned & demonstrated in ten minutes
its all easy peasy in show biz
cut &
lets find another workforce to patronise
it’s a wrap

indifference of culture

There were many years I had no clue I was the rough boy
rough trade as some called it then, there were doors that would just not open
I was being me finding my way from a to b with a detours through to z on the way
there were things out there called opera & ballet but I had my music films & the tv
these were always out there right in front doing what I needed them to do
I caught bits of the opera on the radio, ballet on the tv, cos ballet don’t work on
airwaves & I tried gave it a real honest go but it is like a different language
that I can catch a word but the gist gets lost in difference of meanings
mine is the inferior the ballet lovers say but I’ve yet to hear a strong riff in opera
that tells me of the streets I run in, the world revolving through my door
some of us are rough boys & some just love to watch the pretty people in white tights
I too have these petty snobberies for those who need soap operas to guide them
reality tv burns my blood to bile the cheap hustlers seeking 15 minutes of fame
being roasted live in front of sleepers with no clue that the spectacle is curated
mined for jeopardy, resolve and will discard the players at the end with no thought
of the slippery notoriety jacket they have draped over their shoulders


vicious gig

It’s a vicious gig in the early a m
you turn on your t v
& all the channels
have the same heart stories
people doing this
or even that to each other
war, pestilence, pollution
& it just must be true
cos all the channels
have this same story
being an older head
you’re thinking
hey they must really
want us to know about this
the swine want us to fill their trough
for another war against….?
& for our kids to die for a flag
a bit of land they would never visit
without camo kit & a gun
these people pulling at our strings
for profit
for fun?
now that
is a vicious gig in the early a m

Yeah baby

Its gonna happen for you
& you
& you
& you
all you gotta do
is be you
singing in the bathroom
is gonna get you signed
walking the street
& the limo pulls over
the man with a fat cigar
says ‘baby you gotta be in my
next film
fashion show
be a presenter on tv
& the garage band know
first time they show
agents will flock with ink
we’re going all the way
to the top baby
& you the writer
lonely poet
all you gotta do
is keep writing
sending stuff out
oh well


they care now
saw some programme on tv
about this dead pop star
in all the time we’ve known each other
close on 3 decades
he has never been mentioned
but now
they saw
some programme on tv
pierced the veil of understanding
being selected personal details
about the guys life in a 1 hour show
underneath the glitter was brittle
vulnerable in a way they could understand
all presented with sad music
interviews with friends
all with a need to be seen as good people
in the way of care for others
save us o lord
save us father figure in the sky
from these demons of tv
this grafted disease
of have to be taught to care
in a crafted 60 minute show
there was little mention
of his blacklisting from the station
that owned the team
who made the show
for his politics
for that
is speaking ill of the dead
those of us who had followed
his twists & turns on the way
felt this a betrayal
an incomplete picture
of the better man
for such is tv