Remember paper
planes spiralling on a light
Parisian breeze?
A memory from Paris. 1980
It Isn't You
(A Hillsborough tribute)
When I snap at you or shout or when I'm short of temper,
grumpy or vaccant -
it isn't you!
It's the football,
the game,
the celebration,
the screams and the crush
...the crowd: they died!
We sat,
In our house,
in a daze,
for a week,
trapped by the 'press' in our driveway.
So; it really isn't you.
Twenty birthdays,
When I snap at you or shout or when I'm short of temper,
grumpy or vaccant -
it isn't you!
It's the football,
the game,
the celebration,
the screams and the crush
...the crowd: they died!
We sat,
In our house,
in a daze,
for a week,
trapped by the 'press' in our driveway.
So; it really isn't you.
Twenty birthdays,
Easter's and Christmases stolen!
Left with just the screaming nightmares and cold emptyness.
And the "Why's" and the "What-if's" that you suffer to, so...
When I snap at you or shout or when I'm short of temper,
grumpy or vaccant -
it isn't you - 'cos; you are all I have.
Left with just the screaming nightmares and cold emptyness.
And the "Why's" and the "What-if's" that you suffer to, so...
When I snap at you or shout or when I'm short of temper,
grumpy or vaccant -
it isn't you - 'cos; you are all I have.
Christmas Pudding Ingredients
Flour and fat.
And breadcrumbs and syrup.
And peel and apple and carrot and fruit.
And that stuff you find at the bottom of your handbag.
And fluff from your belly-button.
And ear wax!
And an old sweet left in the glove compartment of your dad’s car for at least a million years.
And the loose change from your mum’s coat.
And that screw you lost.
And all those bits you find at the bottom of everybody’s freezer.
And all the other things you find that you don’t want when you are trying to find something else.
A sock.
And the stuff that covers your clothes after some twit leaves something in the pocket of a pair of trousers which then gets washed.
Dust.
And that soap and hair mixture that blocks the plug hole after mum washes her hair in the bath.
And rock from mars!
And nuts and dark sugar and booze and spices and stuff!
And breadcrumbs and syrup.
And peel and apple and carrot and fruit.
And that stuff you find at the bottom of your handbag.
And fluff from your belly-button.
And ear wax!
And an old sweet left in the glove compartment of your dad’s car for at least a million years.
And the loose change from your mum’s coat.
And that screw you lost.
And all those bits you find at the bottom of everybody’s freezer.
And all the other things you find that you don’t want when you are trying to find something else.
A sock.
And the stuff that covers your clothes after some twit leaves something in the pocket of a pair of trousers which then gets washed.
Dust.
And that soap and hair mixture that blocks the plug hole after mum washes her hair in the bath.
And rock from mars!
And nuts and dark sugar and booze and spices and stuff!
What Is Normal Anyway?
Normal.
Remember 'normal?'
Normal used to be many things it isn't now.
Normal used to be Saturday afternoon on the terraces,
cheering 'em on.
Saturday evening in the pub,
with ya mates,
celebrating a win!
Normal used to be a visit to see your Mum,
a hug when you turned up,
and kiss when you left.
Normal used to be not having to wear masks,
and not getting 'looks' when you leave it in the car by mistake.
Normal is now sitting in your Dads lounge and everyone has a mask on.
Normal is phrases like,
'Lockdown',
'Virus',
'Social distancing'...
'Anxiety',
Normal is being anxious!
Normal?
"What's normal?" people ask.
Nobody knows anymore.
"It's the new normal!" people say.
What does that mean?
The new normal is waiting for a vaccine.
Waiting for a letter from your doctor saying come in and get vaccinated.
Perhaps 'waiting' is the new normal.
Waiting to see if you'll survive the chaos.
The financial chaos,
the social chaos.
Perhaps chaos is normal.
Normal?
What's normal anyway?
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