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Scrambled
Eggs Instead
On
a dull wet morning in a cottage in Tralee,
I
reset my alarm twice and turned over.
Dozing
I could hear Danish voices
slagging
the lazy English.
Eventually
I dragged myself out of bed.
The
landlady took my refusal of bacon in good heart
and
served me scrambled eggs instead.
In
the night there had been a crash outside.
One
driver had died, the other had almost fried
in
his burning wreck.
The
Danes had headed straight for my bed
afraid
I would miss the excitement,
"Let
him sleep," the Landlady said.
I
wondered how such wisdom could keep
its
toilet rolls in a dolly on the cistern.
"Thanks
a million," I said as I left.
"Away
and boil yer head," she said,
"and
watch the road".
My
Dingle Bag
I
bought this bag in Dingle
to
bring back the bits of me
I
found hiding in Ireland.
The
bits that are not Angle
Saxon
or Dane.
A
Paddy T-shirt,
a
Chieftans CD,
a
penny whistle,
a
hand-made brooch.
An
accordion drunk on life,
a
love of proud horses,
a
melancholy streak,
a
lost language that sticks in my throat.
Too
much really,
that's
why the zip's broke.
Kars
Loz
had a Ford Capri.
The
engine exploded
on
the flyover.
The
coppers laughed
their
cocks off.
Stewy
knocked a woman over outside Boots.
He
offered her the only medicine he had,
-
a cough sweet.
Neil
bought an XR2 out of the rag.
Drive
shaft fell off on the way home,
got
forty quid back plus a stereo.
Sean
always wanted a Porsche,
but
drives an estate
with
child seats.
David
doesn’t drive,
rides
a bike,
says
it’s not a statement.
Shop
Window
I
saw myself walking
down
a street in Cork.
I
looked happy,
the
sun shone.
I
went back the next day,
but
it was cloudy
and
I had gone.
Donegal
Monsoon
Driving
through the Bluestacks.
Wind
lashing at the mountains
like
a whip.
Landscape
dark lit green scale.
Sky
dull seamless grey slate.
Elated
I chase the storm front
drunk
on rain.
Praying
the sun never shines again.
^
Biography
I
am 34-years-old and live in Sheffield, England. I am married
to Linda
and
have step-daughter Victoria. My poetry has appeared in Sheaf,
Heron’s
Nest,
Manichi Daily News, Iron (R.I.P), Tees Valley Writer (R.I.P)
and the
anthology
Iron Erotica.
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