It is the weather
that makes me soporific
so I’d like to think
by Scooj
It is the weather
that makes me soporific
so I’d like to think
by Scooj
Two wicker baskets
filled with childhood adventures
it’s hard to let go.
by Scooj
.
No longer outraged
bought-in to the narrative
seems anything goes
.
by Scooj
Procrastination
has become an art form here
must get on and cook.
by Scooj
Convenient lies
trotted off with abandon
electioneering
by Scooj
.
Dog ice cream for him
lemon drizzle cake for me
Sunday dog walking
.
by Scooj
With all guns blazing
and excitement running high
hunting down the pack.
by Scooj
Slumped on the sofa
in silent meditation
outside the rain falls
by Scooj
Goddammit hamstring
not as young as I once was
injury stops play
by Scooj
In response to politicians who churn out the soundbite “what people want is to get Brexit done”.
I am a person
one of forty eight percent
I wish to remain.
by Scooj