Day Six: Shaun

I've been away all day today so apologies for a little bit of a late and rushed attempt. Blackpool won and I found vegan cake next to the ground at Watford, which was a result. Anyway... a very early draft of something.

I'm sorry.

On the day we played manhunt
I pulled your hair in the woods
Threw sticks to land right by your hiding spot
Skulked off on my own, with care to look carefree

You were never going to win anyway
But I figured prizing you out of your shell-
getting you out first would be best.
Then  you chased me. I'm sorry it took all that. 

Neighbourhood, day 6.

Neighbourhood.

I live at the bottom of a hill

Appropriately, all potential gone,

Amid the dregs, the excuses for lives

That chatter on and on and on

As if there was something we aspired to

That wasn’t another days drink and blue smoke,

As if talking made some sort of hope

Sparkle and dance, frighten away the truth

Of our captivity, our dishonesty.

So, giving and receiving of stolen kisses

Is forbidden here, they can’t be counted

And might prove addictive, distracting us

From the right brand of tracksuits, trainers, phones.

Day 6: Lara

Good Friday

While I stay at home –

tidy, clean and wash his clothes –

he goes to football.

Day 6: Ashley

This one is based on an idea that one of my students worked on. Hers was much better than this but I wanted to try my own spin on the idea because it looked like a fun way to play with the a concept.

At the end of the Day

Basically, actually, well,

to be honest,

like

literally

to be fair and

going forward

the fact of the matter is,

let’s face it

I’m not being funny.

You know me.

I don’t just talk the talk

I walk the walk.

I want us all singing from the same hymn sheet

without reinventing the wheel

because it’s a game of two halves

and it’s not over until it’s over.

So, at the end of the day

without a shadow of a doubt

because it’s the same difference

we should avoid stating the obvious

and always speak in our own voices.

Ashley Lister