Coffee, black
That’s all I crave
Nothing fancy
Just black coffee
Not latte
Or espresso
But now I’m told
It’s not PC
To ask for black coffee
Apparently
To be PC
I must order
Coffee without milk
Coffee, black
That’s all I crave
Nothing fancy
Just black coffee
Not latte
Or espresso
But now I’m told
It’s not PC
To ask for black coffee
Apparently
To be PC
I must order
Coffee without milk
Is a befitting quote from
One
of Shakespeare's greatest tragedies.
But
why won't Hamlet's
Inspiring
motto toss
Our
stubborn hero's
Tortuous
battle for life,
On
one hand,
And
death, on another?
Reunions are strange affairs
“I haven’t seen you for years”
Someone says
Faces swim at you from the crowd
Faces from the past
Meeting old friends
Greyer in colour
Frailer in body
But still recognisable
You swap stories
Exchange remembrances
Grasping for names
In the far reaches
Of a cluttered mind
You pour over old albums
Picking out familiar faces
“His name was Chisholm”
“What was his first name?”
“George?”
“No he played trombone”
“Tom, Tim, no Jim”
You feel pleased with yourself.
At such gatherings
Amongst the sea of faces
There is the one who
Appears as if
From a time capsule
Making you feel older than ever
Then there is the one
Who talks incessantly
About everything
And nothing
The one that causes you to vow
“This is my last reunion”
When next you’re asked
But you always relent
I am proud not to be
A
European I must admit
As
I don’t have to display
My
virility or permit
Myself
to be chased by bulls
And
avoiding fighting it
You can easily describe
Eternity
by its definition
Four
blonde car drivers
At
a four-way intersection
There is a rhetorical question
That
gives me indigestion
Why
is it when we're dog-tired chaps
We
take what are called catnaps?
You question your own sanity
When
you’re asked by a waiter
And
you go into another room
To
give him your order
You
tell him it’s because
Of
one of your darkest fears
You
won’t do it at the table
Because
the napkins have ears