Jun20

Same Old Poison Old people are neatly sinning again. They get down on their battered mats and pray, They know their time is too short and in vain, And idle hands make them cold, stale and grey. They moan about other foreign peoples… “In France they cook pancakes by frying clay”, “The Spanish push young…

Jun19

Chilling to me, Cold as a bone, His logic. His reason, Pointing to the source of God, Ruthless. He drew a line Parallel to heaven, True and venal. A colour of blood, Of hues of muted slaughter, Of splattering and wrung necks. The steam of life escaping From those ragged ruined wrecks, Beached like dead…

Jun18

Receiving Feedback at a Meeting The feedback began to hurt my ears. It built up, and built up, until the screaming was tangible. It invaded, skulking at the back of my mind, its long shadow growing until it overtook everything, but I knew this was not my song. I was stuck with it now. Whatever!…

Jun17

I spent all day with wrinkled brow And back hunched up with stress. The weight of worry pressing down Beneath a giant press. It squashed me into far retreat, Oppressed my weary head. I drown myself in hoppy beer And slumped down in my bed. From boiling pan to blazing fire: Sadly dehydrated. Blandly regurgitating…

Jun16

I just picked my nose and as far as I can tell if I keep doing it my head will cave in. I think that sums up everything: hollow. I wanted desperately to smash something up and I scratched around for a weapon. My eyes landed on a rock. Solid, I thought. So I picked…

Jun15 [🍻]

Barley had I eaten when I marked another drink – “Too the Kinga!” – Our glasses overflowed, and I saw blur. My fiends doubled and my foes troubled. I flowed like a brick and made a substantial wall – “Too the Kingu!” – out of my stubbed toes, that stool, that bloody stool did it,…

Jun14

The battle lines were drawn on the day she received her vagina – Her virgin scar. Although she didn’t choose the burden of that box She’ll have to wait, like the rest of us, in order to tick it. And above, the “man” who made her smiled when “he” cut her so. “He” is still…

Jun13

Modern Life is Rubbish VIII Death is the great equaliser. In the ground we are all dust and rocks And worms can eat our brains. Forgiveness is the splatter of brain matter Against the wall, the twelve gauge still Smoking in the still warm, twitching dead hands. Grief is the gentle sniff and muffled sob,…

Jun12

Yellow… Belly cowers, yellow eyes teared, in fear. Pages turning, flipping for yellow cake. Teeth smiling, curling lips to yellowed sneer. River flowing past yellow pine stained lake. Jacket buzzing to yellow jam pot sweet. Card warning flashed to guilty yellow shirt. Flag flying at cars racing in the street. Sand drifting under yellow sunning…

Jun11

Give to me good earth as pillow and the sky stroking tonic of willow to plant within me the root of home that will grow dominant as I roam from the Northern lights natural wend that inverts to Southern tip of rugged Land’s End, from the Eastern edge of Lincolnshire spire to the western crown…