george wilson part 2

The grief of George Wilson in a 20th century circumstance part 2 

Another one came in today 

Had a ford with silver rims 

That he could eat off 

Cleaner than my plate

No need to crack out the fine china 

Come on in governor 

Come into the garage 

He flicked a nickel at me to clean the car 

Who actually does that?

Reading Men’s adventures doesn’t make a guy 

The phantom 

Detective 

Neither does owning your wife with the back of your 

Hand 

Returning from service shows a man 

How little a society 

Cares 

Here’s a badge of honour 

Here’s a dustpan and brush 

Here’s a nickel 

Animals show the cleanness

That man can’t 

There’s no indifference with a Mutt

No “maybe I’ll chase my tail tonight”

No “would I prefer beef or chicken tonight” 

Just 

BANG

BANG 

BANG 

Baby Jane crying 

Spaghetti everywhere 

Bolognese Friday ruined this week 

But at least there was no indecision 

Just a fun-size bundle of destruction 

Wagging his tail 

Covered in the fruits of war 

Billie holiday is the only woman who talks sense 

She only wants love 

Not money 

Not fame 

Not some shot at the night 

Name in lights 

Only love 

A heart to give and

Receive 

Like a Christmas card from your pa

Not some bloody “fabergay” egg 

Not layers of wrapping to uncover 

No tingling bells to wind you up when it falls off the couch 

Simply

Dear son 

Merry Christmas 

Love From dad 

When you’re a kid you’re given information that will drive you through any

Trouble 

Always do as you’re told 

The customers is always right 

Always Walk away from a fight 

Stay by your wife until you’re old 

But what if you’re told to snuff a civilian 

What if the customer has you by the throat? 

What if your life depended on it? 

What if her life depended on it? 

Schools tell kids that they can be heroes 

Timmy can be a fireman 

Johnny can be an astronaut 

George can be a puppy 

What they don’t tell you is 

Timmy can’t put out all the fires 

Johnny can’t fly as he’s got asthma from asbestos in the school ceiling

You soon grow out of your tail 

You can’t fix a marriage with a spanner

Definitely not with a car 

Life is a process of letting go 

What they don’t tell you is 

You begin with all the chips in the house.

You just have to cash in 

When a beautiful woman meets a hermit 

One of them is going to change 

There’s a commie in my uniform  

There’s a fascist in my vote

There’s a hypocrite in my mirror 

There’s a fool in my poetry 

Gambling and drinking goes hand in hand 

Just one more spin 

On the wheel of fortune 

Run with the hunted 

Live with the feeble 

Love with the lonely 

The night you live most 

Is when the game is rigged 

Is when all the guns are fixed on you

Is when the crowd shouts the other man’s name

The night you live most 

Is when fear chokes desire 

When you’re singing against the choir 

When you’re sitting with your back to the wall 

Drinking in the hate 

Like fine wine 

Opposites attract 

I was copper

She was hemlock

I remember waiting at the garage door for her 

To come Home 

Smile curved into a pout 

Eye red as raspberries 

Hair still coiled

Heart sinking 

My fist clenched 

Heart drowned 

The dog is all I have left of her 

I walk it sometimes but I feel unfulfilled after 

The dogs stares at other owners

Eagerly 

Like she did 

Owners who treated her better

Not better 

But 

Different  

We go home and sit and listen 

To the radio 

Some book about soldiers 

Not real

Tomorrow we’re not going to the park 

We’ll still listen to the radio

See how this story pans out 

Laughter fills the room as Andy Kauffman throws off his jacket 

A woman sidles over at the bar 

"Wanna buy me a drink?"

I turn towards her

Her mascara makes her eyes pop

Not in a good way 

I stare at her 

Mouth dry 

"Ya still got it Georgie boy" "Ya still got it"

Like Dean in his prime Georgie boy 

Rebel without a pulse.

Maybe I will buy her a drink