Thursday, 28 February 2013

Jackie


Jackie

Took one last look in the mirror

And was pleased with the results.

Hair

Big

Lips

Glossy 

Dress

Holding all the wrong bits in

Showing all the right bits off.

Decided to forego wearing a coat

So Jimmy would get the full impact

Upon first sight.

 

She waited

At the bus stop

Sat down

changing her comfy pumps

For killer heels.

Looking fierce

As Tyra would say.

 

She made out his silhouette

In the oncoming bus.

Butterflies

She didn’t know why

They’d been together a year

But two weeks had

seemed a lifetime.

 

Jimmy

Alighted the bus

Bronzed and buff

Though scruffier than she’d hoped

But still her Jimmy

Smiling his smile

A beautiful boy.

 

They kissed

A long kiss

though it wasn’t too fresh.

On the breath

A hint

of beef

Or something

“What have you been eating?”

She asked

With a smile that was fake

“some crisps”

He might have waited

Though still

It was great

to have him home.

 

They walked into town

Conversation quite stilted

She made light of his scruffy jeans

He reasoned he’d had no time

to unpack.

She explained

she was only joking

He didn’t reply.

She smiled

Like they were happy.

 

She sat

Overdressed

In the pub

With his mates.

She’d hoped for a bar

Just the two of them.

 

He shouted abuse

At a screen

showing football.

He laughed

A laugh

She didn’t recognise

as his own

Coarser

And lacking the warmth she was used to.

Her hand on his knee

“So how was the holiday?”

He answered abruptly

and kissed her to hush

then sent her with money

for drinks.

 

Jackie

Wondered

Why Jimmy was being

such a dick.

Perhaps

She reasoned

She’d just misjudged

The nature of the night.

Stood

Alone

At the bar

She felt

A cheeky squeeze

on her bum cheek.

Turning round to cuddle and flirt

With her apologetic Jimmy

She witnessed anything but.

A gropey sleaze

In office wear

Loosened tie and sweating.

“Alright love, on your own?”

“Fuck off, prick.”

“Alright, calm down, yer fat slag.”

The creases on his face

Matched by those of his shirt

The grinning lech

Slithered

Back to his cave.

Jackie

Upset and body-conscious

Tottered back to Jimmy

“that man really upset me”

Jimmy

cursed

at the football.

“Jimmy, he called me a slag”

“Ignore him babe, he’s an arsehole”

 

Jackie and Jimmy

Stood at the bus stop

With every one of his mates.

Jimmy laughed

His blokey new laugh

As Jackie smiled

To seem part of it.

The bus arrived

The mates piled on

Jimmy

Held back

For a kiss

Then joined them

Happily leaving Jackie

Alone

At the bus stop.

She sat

Removed her heels

For pumps

And headed back for home

Unsure

As to what had happened

To Jimmy

Her Jimmy

That went on holiday

And hadn’t come back.

Thursday, 21 February 2013

Red pants


Rosie

wore

a pair of

red pants,

so tight,

I instantly

felt the

need

to have sex 

with her.

Monstrosity


Jack

looked down

At the body he’d been working on

For months

And was horrified

By what he’d created.

 

His aim

To sculpt himself

as an

irresistible

magnet for girls

Had gone way beyond

The original blueprint.

 

Solid lumps

In all the wrong places

Necks

Wider than faces

He vowed

To lay off the

whey protein.

 

How had he let this happen?

 

The buttons on his shirt

Held on

For dear life

To the button holes

They had no business

Reaching

In the first place.

He pulled hard

At the collar

Desperate to fasten the top button

to look smart

Too muscley to look smart?

Shit.

The more he strained

The more his neck bulged

Widening the gap

Yet further.

 

Blotches of sweat

Appeared on his back,

Chest,

Pits.

Needed to calm down.

He left it open

Try again later.

He reached for his mousse

To sculpt his quiff

Though his head was sweating.

The straightened

Blow dried

Hair

collapsed

To reveal

His natural curls

Damp

The more he blow dried

The more he sweats

The more he stresses

The more he sweats

Goddammit

Stop sweating.

Sod the quiff

Slick it back.

His wide

Meaty head

Didn’t suit the slick back

Looked like an ageing wrestler

 

What had he done to himself?

19 and no sign of youth

 

He bent down to tie his shoes

His shirt tightened

And RRRRRIPPED

Right up the back

“AARGH NOO..WHAT THE FUCK??”

He rushed to the mirror

to assess the damage

awful

plus

his slick back

had slunk forward

and frizzed.

“OH FOR FUCKSSAKE!”

Jack

punched the mirror

Enraged

The whole thing shattered

And took his vulgar image with it.

Small mercies.

 

He staggered downstairs

A wreck

Soaked in sweat

Blood

gushing from his fist

He grabbed

two huge tubs of whey protein

From the cupboard and barged out the back door.

 

On his knees

Trousers ruined

Clawing at the muddy lawn

He dug some kind of hole

Opened the protein powder

And poured it in

Shouting

“FUCK YOUUU”

The wind rushed the powder

Billowing all over

Chocolate dust

covered his face

Thick

Held on by sweat.

He cried

And cried

Collapsed in the mud

“WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MYSELF?”

 

DING DONG

Heard from inside.

The door bell

Jack

crawled across the garden

clattered through the house

and opened the front door.

 

Jim

Stood

Sleek and slender

Clean and crisp

Taxi waiting

Engine running

Open door

behind him.

 

Jack

A wreck

Shirt

ripped

Trousers

soiled

Hand

bloodied

Sweat

Streaking

through a shocking mask of brown powder.

muscles hulking

veins

throbbing

eyes

weeping

looked at his friend

pathetic.

 

“Jim, what the fuck have I DONE TO MYSELF?”

 

Jim looked back

Astonished

replied

“What the fuck HAVE you done to yourself??”

Thursday, 14 February 2013

Spots


He’s only going out with you

Cos he thinks he’s ugly.

And you’re the best he can do.

But

Once his spots clear up

He’ll be flawless

Way outta your league

And he’ll ditch you

Like that.

 

She’s only going out with you

Cos she thinks she’s ugly

And you’re the best she can do.

But

Once her spots clear up

She’ll be flawless

Way outta your league

And she’ll ditch you

Like that.

 

You’re only going out with me

Cos you think you’re ugly

And I’m the best you can do.

But

Once your spots clear up

You’ll be flawless

Way outta my league

And you’ll ditch me

Like that.

 

I’m only going out with you

Cos I think I’m ugly

And you’re the best I can do.

But

Once my spots clear up

I’ll be flawless

Way outta your league

And I’ll ditch you

Like that.

Mind your own business


Some people just don’t get it

They say to you things like

“What ever happened with you and Josie?” (or whoever)

As if something between you and Josie (or whoever)

Was SUPPOSED to happen

In what universe?

You’d have to ask them

cos it ain’t mine.

“What ABOUT me and Josie?” (or whoever)

“Oh, I just thought you had a thing”

“What, cos I got off with her once?”

“I just thought I could see it happening”

“Nah.”

Now

this person still thinks they’re on to something

despite the fact

you’ve told them explicitly

they’re wrong.

They’ll go away

still thinking

Something could’ve happened

Between you and Josie (or whoever)

 

Sometimes I want to put the issue to bed

Right there and then

Make sure they know

For God damn certain

That a relationship between me and Josie (or whoever)

Could never

Ever

Have happened.

List the reasons

I don’t fancy her that much

Our conversations are generic and stilted

Her text messages are yawn inspiring

I couldn’t fully respect a girl

Who can’t see she’s overweight.

I couldn’t trust her to wear decent clothes in social situations

I’d be ashamed to introduce her to my brothers

I’d never introduce her to my parents

She breathes like she might be unhealthy

She wears clompy shoes

Her posture could be better

And I cant prove it

But I think she might be racist.

 

“But you got on so well that night”

Oh forget it.

Love poem


You’ve got the kind of face

That if I died

today

I’d like to be in your arms.

So

if

in some foggy confusion

In death

I might look up

And mistake you

For an angel

Valentine's Day


Some people just don’t get it.

As Valentine’s day approaches

Nosey bitches get itches for knowledge

As to who you may or may not have your eye on.

“Sending any Valentine’s?”

No.

“No girls on the go?”

If I have, then

No.

Who sends Valentine’s anyway?

Other than to girls they have some intent to love.

Sharing a bed for a month or two

On and off

don’t a Valentine make.

 

For the sake

Of a card

Or a rose

So a girl might suppose

That the time

that she spent

with her clothes off

Hasn’t been in vain.

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Jim and Jam go for a coffee


Jim and Jam enter a coffee shop and order at the counter, separately.

 

Jim - Where d’ywana sit? Outside?

Jam – Err, is it a bit cold?

Jim – Nah, it’ll be alright. It’s kinda sheltered I think.

 

Jim gets a Demerara sugar and goes outside. Jam joins him a few moments later.

 

Jam: Aah yeh, it’s not too bad is it? Where d’yget that sugar from?

Jim: Inside.

Jam: Did y’get me one?

Jim: No, sorry.

 

Jam goes back inside. Outside, a lady walks past the coffee shop, recognises Jim and says ‘Hi’. Jam comes back out with his sugar.

 

Jim: Did you see that lady, then?

Jam: No, who was it?

Jim: She was a teacher at our school. Margaret Turner she’s called, I see her everywhere, a real church type.

Jam: (not that interested) Oh right.

Jim: Every time I see her, I’m always doing something that makes it look like I do fuck all all day. I saw her twice last week, first time I was having a walk in the park, second time I was buying beer, during the day. I think she thinks I’m a right layabout. Now she walks past and I’m sat here, having a coffee at 10 o’clock in the morning. “Have yer seen that Jim Jones these days? He’s never doin anything!” I’m sure she thinks I’m sponging off my mum and dad or something.

Jam: Haha, you should strike up conversation and make her aware of your schedule.

Jim: Ha, yeh, I think I will. What’ve you been up to this morning?

Jam: Got up, had a shower, then came here.

 

A good looking, young waitress brings the coffees outside and places them on the table.

 

Jam: Thanks.

Jim: That’s brilliant, thank you very much.

 

She tells the pair to enjoy their coffees and goes back in.

 

Jam: She’s very attractive isn’t she.

Jim: Yeh, I spotted her last time, very nice voice.

Jam: Mmm, quite posh isn’t it.

Jim: Yeh. She also has a spectacularly nice arse.

Jam: Really? (looking around, intrigued) I haven’t seen it.

Jim: I’ll give you a heads up next time she comes out. What’ve you got?

Jam: Cappuccino.

Jim: It looks different to mine.

Jam: I didn’t get chocolate on mine. And yours is large.

Jim: Mine’s regular.

Jam: Is it? Mine’s regular…yours looks miles bigger.

Jim: They must’ve run out of cups.

Jam: This is an outrage.

Jim: It’s not that much smaller.

Jam: This is a tea cup, yours is practically a bowl. I might take it back.

Jim: Haha do it. Although that girl might think you’re a dick.

 

Jam shuffles to get up, but thinks better of it and settles down again, reluctantly stirring his coffee.

Jam: Sod it.

  

Jim: So, how are things going with the lovely Kate?

Jam: Claire?

Jim: Claire, sorry. Have you seen her twice since I last time saw you?

Jam: Hmm yeh. Err yeh, pretty good I think.

Jim: Is she….the one?

Jam: Nahhh, I doubt it. She’s alright. I dunno, I find she has too much of an opinion..

Jim: Haha, for what…a woman??

Jam: Nooo, just too much for a girl I’d want to be with.

Jim: Haha she sounds cool, I like a girl with a bit of spunk.

Jam: Nah, not like that. She has a really boring opinion, on everything, to the point where I find it quite preachy.

Jim: Patronising.

Jam: Yehh, like we were talking about gay marriage the other day, and she somehow manages to swing it around to like, apartheid and slavery and all that kinda stuff.

Jim: Blimey, bit heavy.

Jam: Yeh, and she kept going on about how Page 3 is an advocate for rape culture.

Jim: Jeez.

Jam: I know. Literally kept going on about it.

Jim: Do you think it is?

Jam: What?

Jim: An advocate for rape culture, Page 3?

Jam: Hmmm nahh. It’s more of a saucy postcard kinda thing isn’t it.

Jim: Definitely. If anything, the people against it are subscribing to a whole “She’s asking for it” argument. Which is probably even more derogatory towards women.

Jam: You do get arseholes though I guess.

Jim: Well yeh, that’s true.

Jam: Who see the sight of flesh as an invitation to treat.

Jim: ..and go around clubs, feeling girls arses. If anything, we should be getting rid of those guys, not the sexy women.

Jam: Hmmm kinda hard to do though.

Jim: Hmm. Those guys are ruining it for the rest of us. You’ve got foam on your beard.

Jam: Have I? Has it gone?

Jim: Yep. Is that it then, with Claire?

Jam: I dunno, I’m supposed to be meeting her on Thursday.

Jim: Did you have sex with her?

Jam: Not quite.

Jim: Everything but?

Jam: Yeh. I was a bit pissed when we got to hers.

Jim: Haha

Jam: So I had to do other stuff, hoping it’d help things happen but it was taking ages and we both had to get up in the morning, so we just ended up going to bed.

Jim: What about the morning?

Jam: I just got up and left.

Jim: You should’ve done it then, you’dve been up for it.

Jam: Nah, I’m not much of a morning person.

Jim: Neither am I, but I still like having sex with people.

Jam: Hmm nah, I never really fancy it.

Jim: I love morning sex.

Jam: I dunno.

Jim: Is she in to you, do you think?

Jam: I guess so, it was her who suggested meeting on Thursday. I don’t know why. I was quite grumpy last time.

Jim: Maybe she thought you were a brooding enigma.

Jam: Haha maybe.

Jim: What do you think these guys are, over here.

Jam: Who?

Jim: These.

 

Jim subtly gestures to a young couple over his shoulder.

 

Jam: What about them?

Jim: What do you think their relationship is?

Jam: A couple?

Jim: Nah.

Jam: I’d say first date, but it’s too weird a time.

Jim: Yeh. She sounds very arsey. And he’s kissing her ass. He definitely fancies her. Is she fit?

 

Jam looks over.

 

Jam: Hmmm yeh, she’s alright. Fitter than him, I’d say.

 

Both try to listen in on the couple’s conversation.

 

Jam: Is there a toilet in here?

Jim: Yeh it’s past the counter.

 

Jam gets up to go inside. Jim leans back to get a better listen on the couple talking. He thinks along with their conversation. The girl has a very noticeable American accent.

 

Girl: It’s like, I’d hate for people to think of me as American.

Jim: Despite the fact you clearly are.

Boy: Yeh, like, it’s not what defines you.

Jim: Ugh, God.

Girl: The things that America stands for, and what, like, the government stands for, doesn’t represent me, at all.

Boy: If you could be any nationality, what nationality would you be?

Jim: You fucking loser.

Girl: I don’t know, it depends on what, like, aspect of my life you were talking about. Say, if we were talking about education, I’d say, Chinese, because their education system is like, the best in the world.

Jim: Jesus Christ, you boring bitch.

Girl: Whereas when it comes to say, religion..

Boy: I think I’d be Italian.

Girl: Really?

Boy: I don’t know, they just always seem, really cool and stylish.

Jim: Hmm I’d go with that.

Girl: Yeh and they have a really strong, family ethic.

 

Jim shakes his head in dismay and ignores the rest of the conversation.

A girl walks past on the street. It’s Kit, a work colleague of Jim. Jim doesn’t let on to her but she sees him anyway and approaches.

 

Kit: Heyyy.

Jim: Hiya, how yer doing?

Kit: Excellent, thank you very much. Are you working today?

Jim: (gesturing to his surroundings) It would appear not.

Kit: Alright smart arse. Just trying to look cool, sat outside with your coffee?

Jim: Hey, I’m just having a coffee. If you think I look cool, that’s your opinion.

Kit: Whatever. What are you doing today?

Jim: Not a lot, just hanging around with my mate, then whatever.

Kit: Have you spoken to Jax at all this week?

Jim: Err a bit, yeh.

Kit: Was she slagging me off?

Jim: Haha not really, why?

Kit: Not really? What was she saying?

Jim: Well she mentioned about the party but I wouldn’t say she was slagging you off.

Kit: For fuckssake, she’s been telling everyone. It’s nothing to do with her.

Jim: Well Jen’s her mate though I think.

Kit: It doesn’t mean she’s gotta bitch about me to everyone.

Jim: Welll, it was obviously gonna happen.

Kit: She’s got everyone thinking I’m a slag though.

Jim: So what, who cares? Fuck em. You can do what you want.

Kit: I didn’t even know they were still together.

Jim: Haha yeh you did, come on.

Kit: I didn’t! Jon was saying they were having an on and off patch, so I assumed they were on a break or something.

Jim: Ha ‘WE WERE ON A BREAK’

Kit: Fuck off. Have you spoke to Jon?

Jim: Not since then, no.

Kit: I don’t know whether to text him or something.

Jim: Errr, I’d probably leave it for now.

Kit: I don’t want him to think it’s me who’s been telling everyone though.

Jim: I don’t think he will.

Kit: I just want to know where I stand.

Jim: I definitely wouldn’t ask him that.

Kit: God, everyone thinks I’m a total bitch.

Jim: Do they eck. Jon looks like the dick. You look like a bit of a bitch, but Jon looks like the dick.

Kit: Thanks a lot, Jim.

Jim: You know what I mean. You have been a bit of a bitch, but at the same time, you’re not the one with a boyfriend, so technically, you haven’t actually done anything wrong.

 

Jam comes back from the toilet.

 

Jam: Hiya.

Kit: Hiya, y’alright. Not going to introduce us, Jim?

Jim: Wasn’t planning on doing.

Jam: Jam, how are yer doin?

Kit: Hiya Jam, I’m Kit.

Jim: The girl who shagged Jon.

Kit: FUCK OFF Jim! Fucking hell.

Jam: Oh right, haha y’alright?

Kit: Right, I’m going, you’re such a dick Jim.

Jim: Haha shut up, he doesn’t care.

Kit: When are you next in?

Jim: Thursday

Kit: Bloody hell, skiver. Right I’ll see you on Thursday.

Jim: See you later. Stop worrying.

Kit: Right, see yer.

Jam: See yer.

 

Kit walks off.

 

Jim: Have you been havin a shit?

Jam: No I haven’t.

Jim: You were gone ages.

Jam: I was asking the girl about the cakes.

Jim: Fit girl?

Jam: Yeh.

Jim: Motherfucker. Did you not get one?

Jam: No, they look like the same ones my Nan sells in her café. I was wondering if they got them from the same place.

Jim: You smoothy. Did they?

Jam: She didn’t know.

Jim: Haha

Jam: To be honest, I’ve no idea where my Nan gets hers from, so it wouldn’t have made a difference if she did know.

Jim: (Sniggers amused)

Jam: That girl’s nowhere near as fit as Jen.

Jim: Who, Kit?

Jam: Yeh.

Jim: I reckon she is.

Jam: Nah

Jim: She didn’t look great then, but she usually does …when she’s done up.

Jam: Jen’s like, flawless though. I don’t know what Jon was thinking. She’s like, perfect girlfriend material.

Jim: I don’t know about that.

Jam: D’yer not reckon? She’s really good looking, like perfect almost, and she’s really cool and funny. And clever.

Jim: Sounds like you’re in love with her.

Jam: Haha I am! She’s amazing.

Jim: She’s cheated on him though.

Jam: Has she?! Who with?

Jim: (grinning) Guess.

Jam: No she hasn’t.

Jim: Haha

Jam: Have you really?

Jim: Yeh

Jam: No way! You bastard. When?

Jim: Once, about a…

Jam: More than once??

Jim: Ha yeh, about a month ago. Then again, about two weeks ago.

Jam: No way. You bastard. Was it good?

Jim: Yeh it was pretty amazing actually.

Jam: I bet it was. Fuck me. How did this happen?

Jim: Just on a night out. Jon was acting like a dick and she was really upset. So I was playing Mr Nice Guy.

Jam: You dirtbag.

Jim: Then the next time she just came round mine during the day, and it happened again.

Jam: Unbelievable. Does Jon not know?

Jim: Not that I know of. He’s being strangely nice to me if he does.

Jam: She’s totally gonna tell him, now all this has happened.

Jim: Hmm, I am mildly concerned about that, I must admit.

Jam: God, you’re gonna look like a right dick.

Jim: Why am I? I’ve not done anything wrong. They’re the ones in the relationship. I can do what I want.

Jam: Hmmm can you though?

Jim: Yeh. I think so.

Jam: Hmm I guess so. Haha nice one man, good on yer.

 

Attractive waitress comes outside to collect their cups.

 

Waitress: Can I get you any more drinks?

Jim: Errr

Jam: Errr What do you reckon?

Jim: Errrm yeh, I wouldn’t mind another.

Jam: Yeh? Err yes please.

Waitress: Same again?

Jim: Yeh regular cappuccino please, thank you very much.

Jam: Yeh same please. But regular.

Waitress: (confused) So that’s…two regular cappuccinos?

Jim: Yes thanks.

Jam: Yeh, the same, thanks.

 

Waitress goes back inside.

 

Jim: You’re a dick.

 

They both laugh

 

The End