Short Beery Poems

To the foam of the caps of the beery sea
I lift my lips to re-pleasure me,
And the tide runs on full till the last long wave
And it's "Bottoms up!" to the writing brave!...

Read More

At lunch 
A hunch
An idea
Drink beer

Bad choice
Beery voice 
Spinning head
Need bed 

Got undressed 
Feeling stressed 
Seeing double 
Big trouble 

Next morning 
No warning 
Hangover disappeared 
I cheered...

Read More

After one too many beers
in the wee hours of the night,
I whizzed around town on my
motorbike, feeling light.


I zoomed into dim sidestreets
and who or what did I meet?
Deep potholes, like drunk hobos,
recklessly crossing the street!


But nastier than potholes,
the pavement was a different case.
It leaped and stood bolt upright
and slammed hard against my face !!...

Read More

Mermaid Fascination  

Put a sea-shell to your ear and hear
the storm that blew and the call from
the mermaid you met when wading 
along the shores of Peru. 

The tail thing is a myth because I met 
her late in the evening in a pink room
perfumed to cover for the odour of
beery men, who live in dread of dentists.   

She was glad to see me and I seeing 
her, although not at this place, yet she
took an hour off her busy schedule and
we made love without haste....

Read More

Blow down the snozzle
this windy wild world
is nowt but a hornswoggle.

Giddy are the blue birds
in head and heart,
blithered are the bush-beating
snit-shifters.

A good day to die and live again,
a day for tripping a bright bombastic.
A yet better day
for some nonsensical boggle
that wags words in a
beery muddle.

Fluffy are the puffy footloose
that skip well over a plushy clover,
great the laughter of children
that dance in the minding eye
of an everlasting God today....

Read More