The Tears Of The Tiger by Ian Lewis Copestick

Sorrow comes like the tears of the tiger, Unstoppable like Niagara Falls. I am as hopeless as the Third Reich, Marching on towards Stalingrad. Or as sad as a puppy bought for Xmas That gets dumped on Boxing day. Everything in my life is going wrong And there’s nothing I can do to stop it….

Behind The Shops by Ian Lewis Copestick

I walk the graffitied, dead-end streets Behind the shops, where the drug kids meet To drink weak beer, and smoke super-strength weed There are no jobs, so they sell drugs Tiny pieces of crack and smack to the mugs Whose lives are  sadly, totally controlled by need I go to the shop for cigarettes The…

Case Files by Ian Lewis Copestick

Case # 46654/29-e. I have it on good authority that the bumbling, incompetent fools that made such a mess of their assignment in Canterbury have been dealt with in an appropriate manner ; They were infected with the substance that they failed to achieve their objective with. V.P. neither makes the same mistake twice, or…

Such Is Life by Ian Lewis Copestick

Mid 30s, mid- class blonde Good legs in jodhpurs. Big house with security lights To show cobbled courtyard Attached stable and horse for Early morning canter, leaving Immense piles of shit on Public roads and designated Walkways. Drinks expensive Wine with gal pals, goes on Weekend trips to Prague, Paris, and other Euro-trash Hot spots….

My Philosophy by Ian Lewis Copestick

I know that I can be a pain In the arse type, and that For reasons I have never Fully understood, a lot Of people really dislike me. But all I’ve ever wanted is For us to be truthful and Try to communicate with Each other honestly. That’s why I write. I really Believe that…

Insanities Of A Different Type by Ian Lewis Copstick

We live in a world Devoid of magic and Wonder. God is dead And nothing has yet Replaced Him. Yet, The world has not Become a more Rational place. It’s Just that insanities Of a different type Take hold .Tonight There is a huge, fat, Full October moon Just hanging there In the sky. It…

Bedtime With The Wolf by Ian Lewis Copsetick

Bedtime With The Wolf I get out of a red hot bath, And due to the cold Shiver and shake like a Withdrawing alcoholic. Towel myself off as quickly As I possibly can. Get my Pyjamas on and slip into A nice warm bed. I pour Myself a strong drink, Light a cigarette and try…

Passed It by Ian Lewis Copestick

Middle age is beginning To sit comfortably upon My shoulders. I can handle The wrinkles, I’ve been Balding since my late Teens, I’ve never been What you might call a Looker, and looking Back over my youth I Don’t see much to miss. Of course age brings Its own problems and Difficulties, but acne, Sexual…

2 Poems by Ian Lewis Copestick

Lewis Copestick For now it’s overcast and grey But, the real darkness is on its way You can take that as either meaning On this rainy, late September evening My father’s lying in the hospital My love for him makes my heart full He’s hopefully coming round from the anaesthetic I’m so scared shirtless, it’s…

Happy Birthday by Ian Lewis Copestick

It’s my Dad’s birthday today He’s 78 years old. Next week I will be 47. Getting old is shit. There are some good bits, I think I’ve only been, not Happy, but content since I’ve been in my ’40’s. Before that I spent way Too much time worrying About what people thought. Now I really…