Jan31 🏴

There is a pattern for all the punks stapled to fat they chew. And a pattern for the bears, obliterating any beehive. A pattern for honey-lovers, fingers dripping with amber. A pattern for yuppies, calling greasy take-aways in their Porsches. The pattern I have is simple peacock feathers. They layer one another, Producing a distinct…

Jan30

They definitely made some special pies – 47 varieties. I saw them piled up on the stalls as I shuffled past With the mob to watch the action. I stood aloof in the throng, The air a heady mix of Body odour, lavender and decay. We stood waiting in the muddy trench for Almost two…

Jan29

The Poem Engine Load it up with the sack of letter Fresh from recycled dictionaries. It chews ’em up into their parts, Like a child devouring candy. The fuel is human nature Firing the grimy engine of creation, Which can usually be found Seeping from the pores of the poor. Flip the switch and power…

Jan28

there’s a feeling there it’s stuck in my wrist so I slice it off and it flipped up to my throat I wrung it out and it slipped to my tummy I struck it again it bounced to my head I shot a load and smothered my canvass dead and red Jackson Pollock, American abstract…

Jan27

At the back an old, sly aristocrat Egyptian pussycat sat. In quietus did he sit, hiding from all the crimes he used to commit. He wasn’t much to look at. Often he splat, fell flat, coughed and spat, And as he coughed he did transmit A very sad, half-chewed blue tit. And that blue tit…

Jan26

Sonnet III Cradle rockers, pebble dashed and rocky, Climbing mountains, vaulting them and dropping. Breaking down in clearings, without stopping, Seeking deadbeat sessions near Milwaukee. Empty pool halls wringing with depression, Kicking heelers, wheeling fortune’s framework Clanking, chirping, volumes churning clockwork, Power focused feeling fuel obsession. Only one on twilit journey whining Fostered rapid whitened…

Jan25

so, let’s study him then get to know him better than he does let’s set up in the bushes outside his home like a gang of twitching man-watchers we’ll scribble data into our favourite leather-bound notebooks our study will include all his habits we’ll count how many times he visits his mother note down whether…

Jan24

That so much is required By so many, with such entitlement That could bypass the normality, No one could plan. Look hard, Understanding. Look, really hard. Weed emerges and then crack, Widening the gap between each end of the street. The pipelines may keep the masses happy Pumping down the messages. The message That we…

Jan23

Although I walk in that shadowy vale, I’m not alone. Meet me again for tea and cake somewhere in The middle. Right there, where thought meets Vision, behind the eyes, behind the eyes. Meet me for tea and cake, again, in the Centre of our churning machinery Tick, tick, ticking. Click, click, Clicking. I’m the…

Jan22

The Ode to William Kydd He was born for rolling waves fair, That sullen child of Dundee street. He riled Andrew beyond compare With night time secretive retreat. They chased him far and wide in fear, His coffers growing thick from trade, And lost it all to looting peer Who robbed him blind and without…