Spine Poetry - A Collection of Verses for the Family on the Way

Thoughts of running long since gone My body's too tired to leave the ground But wearily it trundles on Resolutely Yetholm-bound Thoughts of thinking long since gone My mind's too tired to contemplate It does enough to steer me on Through dancing chickens on the gates Thoughts of feeling long since gone My soul's too tired to ache or soar But seemingly it cries and laughs In ways it never has before Yet thoughts of wanting never fade My heart is constant through it all When body, mind and soul are gone It's heart that's left to greet the wall ______ I've completed the Spine twice and one of my abiding memories is how tiredness takes different, perhaps more profound forms as the race progresses. Yet, you never stop wanting it. 

  Viva Lasagne   Visions of girls I never kissed Feet like Tyson Fury’s fists I paid a thousand quid for this Viva Lasagne, baby   The dogs at Bleagate roar their bark I’d shit myself, but can’t be arsed Three k more stumbling in the dark… Viva lasagne, baby   All I can think about, for now Is Alston’s legendary chow My pace has quickened, Lord knows how? Viva lasagne, baby   Pfft to High Cup, Cauldron Snout THIS is what it’s all about You’re gonna need a bigger mouth Viva lasagne, baby   I can’t remember how it tastes Metabolism set to ‘incinerate’ Be careful not to eat the plate Viva lasagne, baby   From walking sleep, I’m now restored Somewhere ‘twixt portions three and four It’s like I never ate before Viva Lasagne, baby   It’s time to leave, I’m gently told I’m sad: a sated, grumpy soul But Hark! The Angel’s up the road! Viva Lasagne, baby _____ With apologies to John Cooper Clarke for having his timbre in my head when I wrote this....