FRESH BAKED CRUMBS

was feeling
well grim

about it all

till the sun came out

like spilled yellow paint 

& my wife came home
with fresh bread

we ate on the bedspread
by the sleeping cat

miniature snores
& impossible fur

flaked with fresh baked crumbs

FUNERAL

funeral
next
door
this
PM

this
AM
widower 
tells 
me-

was only 2 months back
dead wife she asked me
husband where will we go
when we die ?

i nod
i listen
i make
sympathy
bleats

widower 
tells 
me-

now thats when i 
started looking 
at the crematoriums
round here

and
i 
THINK
but
dont
SAY

but widower
is that really what she meant ?

from humanist.org

THE YORKSHIRE DAVE

GOLDEN DAYS 1

in here
theres an old cat
thinks hes a kitten

and kerouacs bones of words
hard bound behind me
still roll like freight

toward whisky
a convenience marriage
and daytime tv

goodbye jack
you dream metronome you
you automatic waltz  

im sorry 
i saw 
your wife cry

and i wonder 
what heaven
is doing for you now

and i file
today under 
g again

g for golden days
and in the stripes of yellow dust
the front room blinds let in

the old cat think hes a kitten
touches my face
like hes a vulcan

and im live streaming nostalgia 
breathing in hd roses
and real world fresh ground coffee beans

from the dailybeast.com

A CERTAIN ARROGANCE

i see a certain arrogance in retired drivers driving some '85 Jaguar or high-end Rover when there were high-end Rovers, bought with retirement annuity or whatever, when they cruise slow and pointedly sedate down the crescent, him fat and red faced and unsmiling with the wife, and he'd call her the wife, sitting silent next to him, both in good overcoats, her clutching a bag on her lap, him full of thoughts of owning the road because of his massive no-claims - because the car is all he has to remind he was a man and it is blandly spotless, has regular garage visits where he bores the mechanics talking about its smooth running and borderline classic status, and he makes the grandkids clean it for meagre pocket money while moodily supervising, yes he cruises SO slow, the turns calculated and inyourface smooth and neither of them look left or right out the side windows and neither of them see me sweaty on a muddy bicycle judging them accurately
yes, a certain arrogance
indeed