Smoke, Sugar and Spice

Braving both the wind and sleet

Brace ourselves on Princes Street

Kasseler or Bratwurst lunch

Warming mug of "Fire Punch"

The pretzel and the doughnut stall

Beckon us with fragrant call

Tempting us - enjoy a treat

Simple, savoury, sickly, sweet

Heady scent of foreign fare

Heralds Christmas in chill air

Not a carol nor a cheesy song

Is heard among the lively throng

Simple pleasures in the cold

Tacky goods go back unsold

Stroll away but not so far

Find ourselves a cosy bar...

©2011 Tez Watson

8:13 now

weedkiller

and new mown grass

with traffic noise

and ever present starlings

in the cool air

under the canopy

she taps out her message

on steel seats

surrounded by bags

and high vis jackets

the quiet is broken

as the signal drops

the broken steps

and overgrown track

that leads us

into the distance

©2010 Tez Watson

8:13 then

coal smoke

and new mown grass

with hooves on gravel

and starlings

in the cool air

of the waiting room

on polished leather

he pens a note

with trunks all around

and serge uniforms

the peace is broken

as a whistle is blown

the painted fence

and telegraph wires

that lead us

beyond the known

©2010 Tez Watson

up in the streens

in lonely solace I walk
with only the sounds
of wind and river
for company

high above
the mountains rise
and higher still
the clouds drift by

bright clear air
and an empty head
freedom from
routine

such peace and
tranquil moments
savoured for more
troubled times

©2010 Tez Watson

First Post... "Unwanted"

I don’t want your wee blue pills
A pharmacy to cure my ills
I don’t need a Russian wife
Nor cunning plan to fix my life

I don’t need you to slash my bills
Or news of dodgy African wills
I don’t need your ‘get rich’ schemes
In order to fulfill my dreams

I don’t need your Rolex fake
Or those job offers that you make
I don’t need your online drugs
I bet your software’s full of bugs

I don’t accept your virus threat
or plans to get me out of debt
I don’t care if she’s really hot
I don’t need any thing you’ve got

What would really make my day
Is if you’d up and go away
I’d like to be left as I am
Without a daily dose of spam

©2010 Tez Watson