Saturday Food Shop

Saturday,

Up, after extra 4-minute lie in,

Breakfast,

Extra butter, its Saturday,

Shower,

Bring iPad in bathroom,

Create playlist,

14 mins later,

Name playlist,

“Shower playlist”,

Rush shower,

Only play half of one song,

Dry,

Clothes, scruffy wear, shop wear,

Not bothered how I look wear

Is bothered,

Is so incredibly, mystifyingly, bothered.

Drive to food shop,

Slight weekend euphoria in the air,

Remember that thing that needs sorting,

Merry go round it starts to turn in my head,

Round,

Round,

Round,

Stress about thing,

Round,

Plan to do an easier thing.

Back to food shop drive,

Man, with yappy demanding dog,

Wait no, my mistake,

That’s his child, drinking an energy drink,

No doubt a potential future genius,

Or failing that,

Placed on the spectrum somewhere,

Never just,

Average.

Early morning runner smashing #goals, coming in the opposite direction,

Incredibly depressed once, not anymore,

Fair play.

Arrive at shop,

Shop the for big shop,

Big Saturday shop,

Rock and roll.

Knows the isles of by heart,

Up,

Down,

Pick up,

Put back,

Head for something over on that rack.

See man getting it in the ear,

From his darling

Dear,

Oh dear, poor bloke,

I reckon he is called Nigel, looks like a Nigel, was a wild-eyed wanderer back in the day,

What day was that Nigel?

Don’t ask him, he can’t remember, the memory has been pecked out of him.

Move past,

Engage evasive manoeuvres for lady pushing pram,

Sorry I didn’t move quick enough,

I will dive faster next time,

Mother with child everyone, coming through! I call,

To alert the others in her path,

War path,

He dosent look at me the same path,

He likes that woman in work I know he does path,

She’s younger path,

Should never have had kids’ path,

Can’t you see I have a pram?

Path.

Hit till now,

Right, let’s have it,

Fire my items down the black rolling strip to the tone of the beep,

Person on check out dosent even register me,

Registers everything else though,

Hawk eye, fastest scanner in the West,

Pay,

Already guessed amount,

Being the “Rain Man” shopper I am,

Leave,

Pack car with items,

What did I forget?

I always do,

To hell with it, I’ll just have to chance it,

I got to get out of here,

Chest tightens,

Sweat forming on back,

Flushed,

Rushed,

I can’t go back,

They will all know I forgot something,

Tut,

Followed by the subtle eye roll.

Forget it,

I am off,

Worst case scenario,

I can stop at another shop,

Ha!

Solved that crisis,

Like a champion.

 

 

Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler.

 

 

 

Vampire (edited version)

I am the vampire in your life, causing the pain and supplying the strife.

Sucking the marrow from your core and helpless soul,

Taking your life,

And consuming it whole.

No cross nor spike, nor illumination light, will help you against,

 My worry, my pain,

My plight.

I am the vampire who takes control, contorting and reshaping your helpless soul.

So,

Hold your bible close, say your prayers, you’re in this nightmare now,

With all my worries,

With all my cares.

Alas,

The vampire you see is not me, it is a mirage of the man,

 I used to be.

And feed I will on your burning light,

Consuming and fading,

Your inner might.

But stay strong, resist my will, fight back and battle still.

The night is long,

As they say.

But have faith in me,

And bring back the man,

I used to be.

Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler

Words

Words,

Words,

Hollow empty words.

Daily words dribbled from our locked mouths,

Pre programmed smart phone mouths,

Borrowed knowledge mouths,

Teacher knows best mouths,

D

 R

I

 B

B

 L

E

From our front of house heads,

Our high five minds.

Only,

In the back of the warehouse,

Where we store our fears,

Our tears,

Our powder fuelled,

Power years,

Alive,

With our come alive words,

No pretences, or fences,

Free for all,

The best words,

The,

this is what I mean as I staple the note to your forehead words,

The words that punch and slap you awake,

Slice offence,

For slicing offences sake.

Pull down the barrier, break down the gate.




I love you more than I can say,

Till all is nothing and no more.

I hate you, right down to the pits and the black of my very core.

I am really struggling, trapped behind this acceptance door.

I am sorry for all that I have done, it was my fault, I am to blame, I deserve this chain guilt and this iron weighted shame.

Well done I am so proud of all you have achieved,

We believed.




The rest is just 9 to 5.








Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler

Further Thoughts

My second book of poems is available at Amazon on Kindle and paperback.

Give it a go! 

Following on from the first book, Further Thoughts is one man’s view of the world around him. It is a candid expression of the trials that come with battling mental health demons, the exhaustion that comes with the search and pursuit of happiness and the inner peace that is achieved once finding it.

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