The Company of Paradoxes

The sweetness in a bitter cup of tea,

one spoonful of sugar less;

the eloquence in silence,

the sadness at the heart of jollity,

the pareidolia of seeing patterns

where there is none;

the pitter patter of a pandemic

coming down the pike

Except

 

I barfed off and on last night

but my heart wasn’t in it.

If you are going to barf —

‘barf’ is a much nicer word than ‘vomit’ –

you’ve got to be committed,

not lackadaisical

like the time I went to the doctor

for anti-depressants and was refused

because ‘you are not depressed enough’.

I can’t give myself wholeheartedly

to anything, it seems.

‘Except your writing’,

my ex told me.

‘Except your writing’.





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Home

Lola’s in her basket.

Tiffany’s in her tank.

I wouldn’t want to sleep

out. It is cold and dank.

Soph is in her frame

that sits upon the wall.

She is twenty eight forever

and loves us all.

The food lives in the bread bin,

the pantry and the fridge.

It is there to succour us

that we all may live

Me & Mrs, Crasthorpe

I am going to bed with Mrs. Crasthorpe.

I have been to bed with her before.

It was a most pleasant experience.

Her husband is dead. She is a free woman now.

She is fit and feisty and when she’s breathed in the briny air of Eastbourne, she loosens up and tells me.

She has generously full lips. blonde hair and grey-blue eyes and is the ripe old age of 59.

Nothing unseemly passes between us, however.

Sadly she is an invention of William Trevor.

That Poem Beth Wrote




I remember the poem Beth wrote

about the 31 cents

she took

from Hillman Bailey 111’s open desk

in primary school

and how she made up for it

over half a lifetime later

by leaving change —31c — at the checkout

for the next person to have who might have had a child

who wanted candy

and I thought , yes!!!

that is what I will do with the $250

a children’s literary magzine owes me

for the reprint of four poems

from the early 2000’s.

i can’t be bothered filling out all the forms

so I told them to donate it to a charity

so it goes back into the universe

where my poems came from anyway

O Brittle Love

O brittle love

O brittle love

whatever were we

thinking of?





one careless word

misplaced phrase

put us in a spin

for days





but now in each

other’s arms

we appreciate

our twisty charms





locked in firm,

solid embrace,

steady as stone

we’ve found our place.

Why I Left


They didn’t sing the songs I liked.

The good old Gospel songs.

That’s why I left.

Songs like, ‘Down to the River to Pray’.

‘Keep on the Sunny Side’,

‘Leaning on the Everlasting Arms’,

songs with grit and passion,

big songs with big voices,

like Mahalia.

Instead they sang ‘white’ songs, marshmallow songs,

watered down, hollowed out, tuneless drones.

I wanted melodies that swung low and lifted me

like that Sweet Chariot.

That’s why I left

Horoscope for Cats


 
I have been advised to make a list
of what needs ‘to be tweaked a little or altered a lot’.
My soul mate’s cat who shares my horoscope
has been similarly advised.
Come on, I say, give the scratching post a rest.
We have work to do.
We have to make a list.
At first she seems a little indifferent
but after a time she gets into
the spirit of the thing.
I have a peak over her shoulder
and can’t help
but notice most are about food,
a sort of bucket list of what she’d like
to be fed and how often.
Mine’s a little more modest, how I could be
less demanding towards my love, more appreciative but on reflection
much of my list seems to be about food as well.
It seems we share
more than just a horoscope.
                                  
 

You Give Me the Shits !

You give me the shits, is perhaps the highest compliment

you can pay a piece of fruit ; moondrop grapes, for instance,

sometimes called ‘sapphires, ’ loosen the bowels and keep

you regular; I like being a regular guy; I like being called

‘a regular guy’ and wonder how they know? Does it show?

Do ‘regular guys’ emit a glow that constipated guys don’t?

Moreover, moondrop grapes are delicious and send you

in the right orbit for the rest of the day.