sober and undrugged rehearse the words in my head
to my wife in the kitchen “I’ll have a cup a coffee,
Please, love,” but instead hear myself say
“Ittlebut wattleap…” recognise nonsense so apologise with a “Spiotonapom”
I see my right hand side as a grey blur,
my left hand side is clear and sharp,
my headaches. I can’t communicate.
I wobble as my brain sloshes one
side of my skull to the other until I sit.
“Another panic attack?” asks my wife.
“Fingers” Grateful to Terijo for publishing in new endeavour “Poetry Under Cover”
“A Bakers” published in LiterallyLiterary. Thankyou Terijo.
Many thanks to marvellous Janet and the outstanding Communicators League for publishing three poems
Stone Lass
Spunk sees Cruel lass from afar
gobsmacked by her looks
he gets smitten hard
and determines she’ll be hooked
Asks her mates for her mobile number,
and all her social media pages,
scours internet for details,
winds himself up in rages.
Gets his message through once
or twice but she mocks him
“ Fancy me. You do right. I’m gorgeous”
and promptly blocks him.
Finds her home and knocks
and her Dad answers and says
“She don’t want to know, son.
Thinks your a stalker. Away!”
Writes his first letter and posts
it personally through her door,
it tells her she’s won and he’ll be gone
she can celebrate and more
she can see him lose his life
which is all he has left for her.
Cruel scoffs at this but goes along
for the crack and laughter.
She sees him throw a rope
already knotted around a…
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Three Poems kindly published by Janet in the outstanding Communicator’s League
https://communicatorsleague.com/2017/04/23/three-poems-by-paul-brookes/ via @wordpressdotcom
that was the colour he wanted for his room, his home, himself. Being transparent was the worst a bloke could be. A bloke has to be mysterious, give the lasses some work to do. Transparent meant you were predictable and boring. Then again his wife said he was secretive, kept stuff to himself, untrustworthy so that’s how he’d ended up in this one room flat, with a gas cooker that didn’t work, dodgy wiring and a microwave on the blink. Perhaps he’d reconsider the redecorating colour.
Many Thanks to Jamie Dedes featuring two of my poems
“One of My Tomorrows” and other poems in response Wednesday Writing Prompts https://jamiededes.com/2017/04/18/one-of-my-tomorrows-and-other-poems-in-response-wednesday-writing-prompts/ via @JamieDedes
Many thanks to Klaus at the great Outlaw Poetry for publishing five poems
The Wombwell Rainbow 