Poetry

Saturday, 1 March 2025

The drenched bench

 A man is exercising on a bench in Collette Park, Shepton Mallet

He is doing sit ups and press ups

He is sweating profusely

As he sits down to rest, a man walks up and sits down on the bench next to him.

He opens his newspaper and starts to read

1st Man: Excuse me, could I borrow the sports section if you're not reading it?

The man asks

2nd man: Certainly, I think the Rugby is in there England versus Scotland

1st: Oh, thanks, great (a little impassively) He proceeds to mop his sweaty brow with the Sports pages

And then to soak up the perspiration soaking through his shorts he sits on the Rugby commentary

2nd: Excuse me, but I didn't realize you planned to abuse my newspaper, I was planning on reading that later

1st: Oh I'm terribly sorry, you can have it back man!

He takes out the Commentary

and passes it to the man


2nd man: This has an imprint of your sweaty backside on it! You've completely ruined my afternoon's reading pleasure!

1st:Hey man, this is a public space and you freely offered it to me! 

2nd:Well I assumed you would just scan it through and hand it back a little bit later like any normal human being

1st: Sorry to disappoint...look I don't know what to suggest, it will dry out in a half an hour

It's a beautiful morning and there's a slight breeze


You have drenched it in your sweat, Even if I dried it, it'll be crinkled to the shape  of your butt crack, I can't even read the racing predictions

It's a disaster, I always use a system to gamble with and now it's blackened and unreadable...Come to think of you've drenched the whole bench in your sweat it's even soaking into my trousers!

Look sorry, I have a condition, I over-sweat, I'm a hyper-perspirer, I can't help it man! I've got a card somewhere.

Well in that case why'd you choose a public bench to exercise on, there's plenty of gym equipment in the park!

Well, no for your information it's only that running and arm exerciser over there and I sweat so much I slip off. Look, this is really hard for me, I can't go to a gym, because they all tell me I have a Bio problem and there were even complaints about how I left the equipment. that's how come I'm here.

Well why didn't you bring a towel or something?

Look have I got to think of everything, haven't you ever had any problems or conditions?

Well, yes actually now you mention it, I have a very strict routine about reading my newspaper and if I can't read the whole thing from cover to cover, well I just burst into tears, a bit like now

The 2nd man starts to cry

1st: Oh yes, very realistic turn on the water works now will you!

No, no the man says sobbing, this is real, these are real tears of grief, I lost my wife a year ago and we used to come here and sit on this bench and read our newspaper together, me and her, just like you and I now, except you've just desecrated her memory.

Look man, I'm sorry, ok I didn't know, come on dry your eyes mate...there there it's not so bad

Not so bad, not so bad, this has triggered my childhood disorder hyper-lacrimonosity - I cannot stop crying once I start, it goes beyond emotion, If I don't get some water soon, I'm at serious risk of dehydration!

You and me both mate, I'm still sweating like a pig, I must have overdone it, look and the bench is now almost completely soaked in my sweat and your tears...

Yes and my newspaper damn it, it's sobbing wet, I've been crying all over it...

It's got so much salt in it all we need is some fish and chips and some vinegar and we could have a proper take away..

2nd man: I'm glad you see the funny side,

Look there's the park gardener, maybe he can help..Hey Steve! Come over here, please!

Steve: Sorry chaps no can do, it's a hot day and I need to water the plants pronto

Ist man: Look mate, me and my friend here are suffering, I'm having a sweating attack and he's having a crying attack, we're both losing H2O fast, so be a mate and just give us a spray will you, we're losing the ability to think straight here, it's so hot

Look guys, I'm sorry to say this but I'm allergic to water, my whole body comes out in a rash if I touch the stuff. But, just hang on and I'll hose you both down

A moment later...

1st, wow, I really needed that..by the way, my name's Craig, I'm in the fire service and actually, I've got to go on call in a minute.

2nd man, well thanks Craig, maybe I needed to let all that out, I can't hold it all together and bottle it up inside any longer. My name's Shaun, I'm a miller, I'm an Aquarius. 

1st man, oh I'm a Pisces. 

2nd man: well take it from me Craig, don't keep walking around with a chip on your shoulder. It never works out well.  

1st guess you're right Shaun, and you know I think you're wife would be proud of you. Maybe it's time to turn over a new leaf? 

2 nd man, yeah and don't sweat it Craig, I feel much better now, you've definitely left your mark on me:) have great afternoon putting out fires



Friday, 28 February 2025

Adamantine

 Adamantine, a material that makes you more like Adam Ant everyday

Zombie Farmer's Market

 I'm at the Zombie farmers market

And they're all selling pickled brains

Brains in glasses darkened

Like looking down a darkened lane

Gherkins of amygdalas

Wishbone corpus callosums

Thin films of the meninges

Hanging like dried vellum

All the riddled, addled roots

All the winding passages

All the folds so manifold

Look like pale moon sausages

Oh so mouth watering

Such victual prospects make them slaver

And along the saliva soaked pavements

The Zombie Farmers gather

Ooh Ahh and lookie 'ere

And I'll 'ave ee one of 'ee pickled brain chutneys

Give me a swallow of a skull not hollow

I'll drink down the fluids, bloods and the discharge

It all looks so horrid, yellow green spew rancid

Butter wouldn't melt in their throat if they had one


But what surprises me most is how restrained they all are

That's how you know they were or are the landed gentry

It's all in the breeding you see

This Zombie life is Country Life magazine

With one shotgun slung

Nonchalantly over an arm

And a bloodhound at his knee

A beagle at baye, bugler in the hay

And the Irony is the Zombie Farmers

They don't even look grey

A bit wet round the gills maybe

Some a bit yellow say

Jaundiced probably lacking in Iron

Some of them missing a liver

But The Lord gives and he takes away they say

Any way He does on Zombie Farmer's Market day

Zombie farmers

 Zombie farmers, zombie farmers

Come down from your fields

The tractors are ploughing

And you must make your meals


Zombie farmers, zombie farmers

What is it you sell? 

Is it brains in glass jars

Or is it visions of hell? 


I can see you at the market

Zombie farmers of Wells

Oh you would think they could park it

But your range Rover smells

Of all the brains you've been growing

In your poly tunnels

Well if you come to shepton mallet

You'll find our brains ring like bells


Inside of our heads

Where the spring flowers grow

And we all eat your crops

Though it gives us food for thought

You know


If you ever want my brain

I don't use it a bunch

You can borrow it this weekend

If you invite me for lunch

Thursday, 27 February 2025

A pirate's holiday

 I met a pirate upon a river cruise

He was on a Pirate's holiday

I said are you a planning

On some marauding

Or hoarding the gold in the bay?

He said no I'm not a viking

I just wish for a canal boat

And a peaceful stay

So as I walked along the tow path

I saw this pirate sipping cups of tea

What sort of pirate

I thought to myself

Must this pirate be?

He was relaxing and taking it easy 

Away from the hard life at sea

Where he'd been drinking rum

And stealing gum

Upon the Merciless Albatross Dizzy


He said my life is real taxing

And I should be relaxing me

Ironically I don't believe in tax axing

Because my tax is between the devil 

and the deep blue sea

Oh how I wish I were a busman

And not a pirate so free

For then when I needed a holiday

I'd just drive my buses and let it be


If this is love

 If this is love

Then why can't I feel it

If this is love

It's singing in its chains

If this is love then you can steal it

And you can leave me

To stand out in the rains


I have loved you like a marching army

Loves the ideology

Of the woman in the frame

I have loved you like

a restless railroad

Loves the hum of the rolling trains


And if you love me

Then hold me like a ghost

Let me pass through you

Like all my dreams down the drain

Oh if you love me

Then just let me hold you

And I will promise 

never to leave you again

Wednesday, 26 February 2025

The wasting of the waves

 The wasting of the waves

Oh the wasting of the waves

Oh it continues,in its motion

It continues until you're in the grave

The wasting of the waves

Oh the wasting of the waves


Oh can you give me a single reason

For this energy we have to save

And it comes and goes like the season

It's the wasting of the waves


You need courage

And you need timing

And you need them in great spades

And if not them then you need rhyming

To save the wasting of the waves

The wasting of the waves

Oh the wasting of the waves