Sluice
He had a limp, with crooked claw,
Of yellowed eye and snaggled tooth.
His Mother bore him cursed and poor,
Her fetid milk one hundred proof.
Suckled sick, he puked her gone,
Was sold to traders, passed around.
Cleaned the floors they’d fucked him on
N'er spoke a word, heard every sound.
Now old and bent but twisted straight,
This stinking twin of births fo...
Friday 13th May 2022 6:00 pm
Death, Sex and Violence
To put it in the Title
to me seems Sadly Vital
You have to Grab Attention
with Poetic based Invention
The Masses just want Action
to give them Satisfaction
It’s Bloody Death and Sorrow
that’ll bring them back Tomorrow
When its Culture that you’re after
turn to Shakespeare, Blake or Kafka
The Best of us are Dead
Unmarked, Un-missed, Unr...
Sunday 22nd August 2021 10:20 pm
Flatbed
July goes out with a bang
walls collapse inward
port-a-loo effluence falls as rain
The sniper eats his breakfast
a fine dust of asbestos layers his tongue
his fingernails split by ricochet’d brick
Waking with his door like a coffin lid atop him
the room disappears into a falling sky
neighbours stagger blind like ghosts looking for shoes
And still the ...
Sunday 1st August 2021 12:01 am
Kufr ul-Inkar Kufr ul-Kurh
Skeletal Gospels
omit good news.
Skip to Revelations,
Apocalyptic view.
Eastern Gate still walled up,
Chalice spilling, poisoned Cup.
Ascension cancelled,
stampede ensues
thousands dead, trade wings
with shoes.
Angels and Demons playing ceasefire football,
lobb grenades against The Wall.
The Temple falls as fools rise up,
La...
Saturday 17th July 2021 6:34 pm
Let everything happen
Don’t start with a The an I or a Where
Abandon conformity to Devil-may-Care.
Drink under a Yard Arm by light of The Moon,
Don’t stifle excitement albeit too soon.
Things come in Chaos and things come as Planned
That often are crushed by the well meaning hand.
The truth is whatever is can’t be second guessed,
As all those before us will never attest.
Friday 16th July 2021 5:19 pm
Spin Boldak
Poached people in a Sea Container,
Spin Boldak.
A Corner Shop with a Taliban retainer,
Spin Boldak.
A White Desert frontier town,
Spin Boldak.
A Dead Martyr’s Shrouded gown,
Spin Boldak.
The last place of a Call to Prayer,
Spin Boldak.
Freighted refugees abandoned there,
Spin Boldak.
A memory never meant to share,
Spin Bolda...
Thursday 8th July 2021 7:00 pm
In The Fields of Evermore
I had a friend who flung himself away
to the corner of a foreign field,
Leave no man behind they’d say
He lays there still today.
Sometimes my injury cripples me
how no one else can see it,
I think of his limbs cast randomly,
Of my anger and how to free it.
They buy poppies and wear wrist bands
their gratitude on Display,
They think they see it all.
...Monday 19th April 2021 8:34 am
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