Friday, May 07, 2010

Back Seat Driver

A life moves relentlessly
From frame to frame
I watch it from the back row
In the dark

The detective
Knows who the villains are
All he has to do is catch them

Soon a few loose ends
May or may not get tied up
Someone will make a witty comment
And the credits will roll

Then maybe I’ll watch the prequel
Or stumble out into the cold
Streets of reality

Maybe I’ll book a ticket
Stroll along a crowded beach
My sun hat at a jaunty angle

But I’m tired
And even though these seats are uncomfortable
I’m going to have a snooze

Wake me up when it’s all over

Monday, May 03, 2010

Pizza Express

Yes, another poem
In the Pizza Express series

Tuesday, eight o’clock
Newmarket High Street

It’s as quiet as the moon
I sip a large red wine and wait

The Sloppy Joe
Doesn’t want to show

They should rename it
Stroppy Joe