House of Lies

Sad how a house of unconvincing liars.

Forget the cost of life lost in burnout towers.

For a career they represent the nation so say.

Possibly present in parliament every third day?

To shout ye or nay justifying expenses.

From the same tradition & blood coloured benches,

Ye’s sent boyhood friends for certain to die.

In a nightmare of gas & mud WW1 trenches.

When the then house of liars standing should have cried why!?

They cheered for war between kings with a nationalistic lie.

Again they represented the nation so say?

Writing a cheque of dead lives for a country to pay.



Making Friends With Jack

What affirmed my affection was it mind or heart?
Or did I already know as I often do.
That moment in time a true friendship will start.
Friendships pick and poke for proof at first.
Like minds still unsure, await for better or worse.
Until one by one kind comments of connection.
Reaffirm as true those first knowing thoughts.
Reaffirm as real, that first feeling of affection.


When The Best Parties Ended

When the best parties ended.

With Corsica still full of that familiar ‘got it right’ fond happiness.

Moist from wet foreheads and lost damp coats in corners.

Corsica happiness despite the broken Budvar bottles, half started soaked loo rolls.

Strewn across more than all area’s


Sometimes the power of the party couldn’t be halted.

At times like these, which – rare but plenty.

If I’m being honest.

If i’m being true.

Well at times like these we would crack on through.
The after party decks played out the perfect set.

A so closed bar – so closed and yet… Adrian and Amanda would nod me a say so – for their more than generous drinks.

I would beg Adrian to play “Well What About Ponderosa?”

Every time I would see “Where is it?” as where it he thinks.
When the best parties ended I would see Amanda so happy.

Holding court with Adrian, and in control.

Off the Best Small club, the only club with a soul.

When the best parties ended, In the extreme.

Normally a Low Life, with it’s Low Life loves you theme.
The flower market called – and with a clink of glass on the last double……

Well – Thats what happened when the best parties ended…

When you next see Adrian, if you talk about this. Just say “Well What About Ponderosa?”

I’ll probably still be deciding whether to rhyme double – with Trouble…

6 0 clock and all is well x

Sighing into a paper bag as 6 0 clock loomed larger.

That’s what i was doing officer Prada.

I stay well out of the way of designer high Street sales now.

That i insure my car with Saga.


At 6 0 clock they wheel me to a window with a view.

There i see along with the other picked out special few.

What they want us to see.

A sight for sore eyes through a window of lies.

Until everybody dies.

A You


You have done nothing wrong.

Except for far from being you.

For the 4th time along.

But true to life you feel what is sadly sane.

The same game, but –

Do you still feel you need to burst.

Fourth again?

And as the years pass it’s not so strange to be.

Without pain, or gain.

As the clock ticks it’s time to reclaim.

A life.

A you.

And thats no shame.

Far free from blame.