really

 really 

you would think so

wouldn’t you

it used to be

that you thought it was obvious 

obviously it wasn’t 

good grief

 good grief

grief

the thief

of time

when time itself amused

and did not the throes

of lost time impose

upon the brief time

we have together to

laugh time in the face

and never to look backwards

or see the waterfall ahead

for gentle is that stream

where all appears as if a dream

high con of the age

 high con of the age 

alexa?

fuck off

i’m sorry i don’t …

Caitlyn B

 Caitlyn B Young 

tonight 

Caitlyn B …

When you are famous 

Remember me

Caitlyn B …

By nature young

Stay young for me

Caitlyn B …

What does the B stand for

Do whisper your secret to me

Caitlyn B …

All drama

And theatrey 

Caitlyn B …

Your sweetness 

Is so dear to me

Caitlyn B

When you are famous 

Send your love to me

year 4A cwm junior school 1960

 year 4A cwm junior school 1960

michael harries 

fell over and broke his front tooth in half

jean sergeant 

joined the army and became a sergeant

janet bishop 

does she remember the boiler room steps

yvonne glover 

sang ‘holy moses i am dying’

michael brock

licked the soles of his shoes

paul gold

rocked from one foot to the other non-stop

lynwen tar brush 

had blotty writing

hairy rosser 

had hairy arms

athena quail

was from greece 

john ashford and jennifer symonds 

down the naughty field

terry mills 

went fishing with john ashford 

janet rees 

from the little hardware shop

wendy thomas 

lived up the cefn 

marlene morgan 

became a spanish teacher

carol grey 

failed and then succeeded 

susan varney 

her younger brother got born with down’s syndrome 

alan rees 

top of the class In dullness 

derek copp 

married someone in the class

gloria puttyfoot

had a funny name

john davies 

was a prefect he’s dead now

anthony john davies 

we called him adj 

janice mainwaring 

had a spider monkey

john erasmus 

caught yellow jaundice in mattie’s gutter

lynda page 

worked in a wallpaper shop 

mr rees 

relished the bamboo cane

mr sinnett 

headmaster his son became a brain surgeon 

me_ritocracy

first row second desk

oh i remember now

there were others

who created such an impression 

that i have forgotten them

one more day of sin

one more day of sorrow

one more day in this lousy old dump

for we are breaking up tomorrow

we broke up

beneath the grief

beneath the grief

the wrath of grief spat

into the teeth of a gale

slowly subsiding

the sun is over the horizon

dip your toes in

for real

the tides of time 

both ebb and flow

flow and ebb

there now 

my cariad

there now 

relatively speaking

 

relatively speaking

as we get older

your age is catching up with me

if we get to infinity 

will you be the same age as me

as near as damn it

i’ll dare say it you see

that distance is relative 

as you grow closer to me

for the time is fast approaching 

when the front will be the back

when the last shall be first

and …

now look i’ve gone and lost track