Kids from Manchester



And in they went

Young and beautiful

All Ready for chant


Ariana they texted to many a friend

Truly  shone

Like a star

From heaven sent


And out they came

So goddamned cold

All fragile and pale,

Broken, astray


Awkwardly old,

In less than a day.




Sleepless nights in Bedsit Land

And letters that I should have sent


It’s build a poem where we can stay

Adding  color almost every day


A bridge of words  for you to cross

Until I get it right I will be lost

(Still miss you  lots and lots and lots and lots)


Inspired by: Build, Housemartins, 1987





Still Magic


There’s quite a few by now

And  quite a few

Of them

Are mine

Thin meandering lines

Carefully chiseled

Right around  her eyes


Regrets I have

So many by now

And still…

Still she says

She’s mine

Inspired by: Still Magic, Peter Skellern, 1980


Er zijn er

Nogal wat

En nogal wat

Komen door mij

Dunne meanderende lijnen

Voorzichtig gebeiteld

Rond haar ogen



Loert altijd om de hoek

En toch…

Toch zegt ze

Dat ze nog steeds geen ander zoekt

Lesser Years


Children of  these lesser years

Growing up with enemies

and heroes made of make-believe

Nothing  really to achieve

Growing cold in hate and fear

And hardly something to hold dear.


Some of the old  are still around

Longing for some long lost warmth.


Hoping to be found

Willing to change

And dying to say:

Never, never, never,

Never again!


inspired by: Rockin’ In The Free World, Neil Young, 1989


Shake the Disease



Another me

Speaking firm and warm

In a widely spoken tongue



Another you





Just a little longer

Supposing we’ll be fine

(for M and S)




Een andere ik

Vastberaden en warm sprekend

De woorden die je zo graag wil horen



Een andere jij



Stel je voor


Nog heel even

Veronderstellend dat het goed komt

(voor M en  S)



inspired by:  Shake the Disease, Depeche Mode, 29 April 1985