South

Everything goes south for the winter

Monied New Yorkers

Hawkers

Sparrow faced people who pick at those featured on billboards

Ebbing away through the scanners

Last call for sunshine to cover the grey

You’re older now, but lighter

You’ve gone south for the winter

Few things bother you

Except for a twinge and jowls

That weren’t there in 72

But I was

And we are still here

Even if we are invisible to know it alls

We knew it once

Then we forgot everything

What a relief that was

Thoughts

A poem about getting older.

The Queen turned up at the Eden Project when we happened to be there. I’m not sure what happened. We were sat in the cafe below which was completely empty and then all of a sudden this person, this icon who had been a part of your life walked by. Not on the TV or a stamp or the money in my pocket. There she was, flesh and blood. I quickly took a picture and then spent the next twenty years wondering if that was bad form. Hopefully it hasn’t cost me the chance of a knighthood.