Author Archives: odeboyz

Cathy Come Home

You will not be alone… Your life judged, wanton By middle class bigots Who sneered so politely When hands were washed In pejorative spite. That cold room washed in lime Where hypocrites Wrung their hands in silent glee To see … Continue reading →

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Gentrification: a downside

“I hate crummy old inner-city blocks getting all revitalised with swish little stores catering to queers and stoned interracial couples.” John Updike Rabbit is Rich

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Technology I Hate

Me, Irascible! I have disliked the bloody machine ever since it was squeezed into our kitchen. It sits malevolent in its innocent white drop down door. It was instant abhorrence since the day Jan took my empty plate (without letting … Continue reading →

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Immortal

I am undying Methuselah Living in a restless worrying world; A world where I am unchanging People linger in my memory but are dead Unclear, historic, washed away into detritus. History has lost its meaning – a constant reiteration- Of … Continue reading →

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DNA: a joke

Barrister: How do you explain the fact that your DNA was found at the scene of the crime? Jim: It might have dropped out of my pocket. (Chris)

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The Attempted Assassination of Adolf Hitler, 20th July 1944

Wolf’s Lair (Wolfsschanze) was impregnable. It was Hitler’s headquarters in northern Poland, or Grosse Deutschland as he put it. It was impregnable to everything except treachery. On the 20th July 1944, Claus von Stauffenberg tried to commit that treacherous act. … Continue reading →

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The Best Jam.

It always rained in autumn Mum, holding her old “Trug” We trudged to New River Walk No one’s hedges were safe. Blackberries, Blueberries, Rosehips We gathered while she told us the names My turn to carry the burgeoning feast The … Continue reading →

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Labrador Retrievers

“The thing about being a Labrador retriever – you were born for fun. Seldom was your loopy, freewheeling mind cluttered by contemplation, and never by sombre worry; every day was a romp…And everywhere you went there were gullible humans who … Continue reading →

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The Big Plaster

Although childhood memories of the early 50s are fading fast, we should record them for our children to try and understand why we think and do as we do even now. They were the years that shaped us – and … Continue reading →

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Sleaze: a wordless poem

  (Chris)  

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