I like to comb my hair before I go to bed in case I meet my Maker.
I put on clean underwear before I go out in case I get hit by a truck or tram and end up in hospital. You want to look yr best.
Mum taught me these things.
Always repent to God yr sins before you go to sleep. Whiteness of soul is as important as whiteness of underwear.
An idle mind is the devil’s workshop, mum emphasised. She needn’t have worried. My mind was always busy.
But if she knew what I was thinking she would have washed my dirty little teenage mind out with soap.
Once it carried five
and two pets
towards a bright new future
but it was anything but
with a son who rocked
a daughter who kept throwing
and a younger afraid to put
her head out
in the storm
gathering hard above us
but the dove came back telling us
things had eased
a shaft of sunlight spotlighting
our position :
our son had found calm
the elder daughter steadfastness
the younger courage
now it’s just us
my wife and I ,
a pair as God
You haven’t got your head up your arse
Or in the clouds any more, he said,
But firmly secured where it should be.
Atop my shoulders? I suggested.
But my big brother was right.
I was a dreamy kid but when the hormones kicked in— boy!!
My head was every which way but loose.
It was like a beach ball bobbing along
On choppy waves,
A dog chasing after every rabbit which crossed
I’m still a bit like that but the hormones
Are quieter now
& if I don’t watch it I still find myself
Head up the arse or in the clouds,
A head’s gotta go somewhere.