may 13th

a poem about seafood barbecue (almost)



i wasnt expectong to have anything expected from me
but i seem to have ended up as an ad hoc commis
prepping a section
listening to zeppelin
letting music, food and camaraderie rock me
feeling too much like that fat-tongued mockney
the organisational skills may be lacking
but the fish is delicious and the prawns are cracking




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a quick thank you to those people who have sent me encouragement about this project. to know that someone else might be looking is inspiration to try to raise my game

and a quick plug for h's poem blog - link in the sidebar

may 12th

a poem about a strange realtionship



its always good to hear from hay
she claims not to have much to say
yet somehow always finds a way
to make me have a better day
i laughed hard enough to blow my computer in
when she regaled with tales of cat neutering
or whether sandwich establishments suit urine
and i dont think i know anyone astuter - in
fact she been there for me if im down or upset
she knows when to admonish and when to abet
shes the kind of ally i can never forget
she's the best friend that i never met