Out of Tunes

During a jazz gig

You sat beside me

And sobbed

Without a sound

You said nothing

About why

I dared not ask

But had I done

I think you’d have lied

Our time had gone

Until today

When that song

Caught me unthinking


I felt that moment

Again quite clear

The sense of loss

Your running tears

The music dragged up

A piece of wreck

Caught in a net

Dripping silently

As it was hauled on deck

I admit, it was my turn to cry

To see our sunken love

Laid out in full

Twisted, rusted

Broken, holed


n.b. Funny how music can trip you up like that, isn’t it? (Yeah, hilarious.)


CLP 26/11/2019

On Pride

Emperor’s new clothes

Display naked ambition

Wealth without limits


n.b. Alexander Johnson, plagiarist, liar, deceiver, playboy, spiv; Her Majesty’s Prime Minister. The Mother of Parliaments in the dirty hands of the Father of Lies.


The Union Flag / Union Jack hangs upside down in shame.

n.n.b. Flying the national flag of the UK upside down is a sign of distress.


CLP 26/09/2019

On the Land


Passing o’er our heads

Sun draws our starry-eyed gaze

She weeps for the soil


n.b. If we look to the earth beneath our feet we will discover that all life depends on restoring the soil to good health.

Imagine: skin sealed by concrete, tarmac and bricks; diet of insecticides, herbicides, nitrates and other manufactured supplements; burrowed into for minerals and rare metals; used as a site to fill with uncompostable waste; deployed as a testing ground for atomic weapons; stripped of cooling foliage; drained of water; compacted by herds of cattle; exploited for short-term profit of cash crops; forced to breathe noxious fumes.

How would you feel?

CLP 29/01/2019