A Frayed

Did you hear?
have you heard?
did you listen
to the word?
They said jump,
and we jumped,
keeping time,
lips sewn shut
by lipsticked sluts,
fucking us,
ducking us
on stools
into rivers,
shivering,
delivering,
clean souls
not witches,
the sons of bitches,
they're killing kids
in middle earth,
making decisions
about which munitions
best lay waste
to refugees,
fleeing,
what a wheeze
for sickle praising pricks
Putin,
disputing,
rebuffing foreign aid,
my fingers press
into his eyes,
and I'm surprised
I'm a killer,
and take
great pleasure,
at my leisure,
in thoughts of murdering
blundering shirts
wondering
did he receive
the threatening letter?
and despite
the gripes
am I any better?

Let Sleeping Gods Lie.

We're gullible
not infallible,
presented
with the ineffable,
a preamble scramble,
tambourine,
jamboree,
jumble,
fumbled
trumped up,
scrumpled
and fucked up,
eloquently evocative,
simple
yet provocative,
locked up
keys thrown,
words churned out
we're gurning
and chucked out,
by the culprit
in the pulpit.

Inklined

Rub a dub dub,
three men in a tub
are crossing the sea
for democracy
They paddled for miles
to the British Isles,
only to find
obscured states of mind,
awaiting them,
berating them
for dangers at sea
We've pulled the plug,
so,
down with a glug,
go,
refugees
wanting bedsit keys,
babes in arm,
fleeing from harm
Economic escapees
looking to appease
economic instabilities
The bombed throngs
who've done no wrong
Oh no
simply looking
for a booking
on the P and O.

Go east,sure

A zoological menagerie,
hysterical historical curiosity,
chorus line of monstrosities,
strange combinations,
variations of a theme,
dream like
but with screams,
not of terror
but of adulation,
adoration,
venerating,
without error
Lines drawn in chalk
are stepped over
not walked on
Composed scripts,
lemegeton,
Alaistairs son
can do no wrong
Guidelines are only dictated
by pre existing states,
wipe the slate clean
uphold, not demean
Draw a picture
have a tattoo,
whatever works for you
Write the right name
of the
conscripted adjutants,
with considered inducements
thoughts clear and transparent

Crowley's Crowd

Ninety three
was the shout
commendable
no doubt
love is the law
they declared
heeding decrees
of varying degrees
love under will
the reply
I cant deny
or affirm confirmations
demonstrations
salutations
to ancient principles
disciples
to affirmations
practised exhalations
languages old
bold explorers
implicit implorers
exalting
enrobed and adoring
fading age old texts
speculating
with thuribles
non detrimental
experiments
expediating solutions
with determined resolution

Hate Male

Fingers burned
by infernal
fires internal
Consumed
half baked,
ashes raked
to reveal
scorched remains
of poorly written letters,
penned,
to defend
frowns from my betters
Witticisms,
criticisms,
fingers pointed,
sarcasm anointed,
in waters soured
by left unchecked
opinions bent
on winning terms
Bitter drinks
are best served
to those
self serving
serfs,
critical,
clinically,
dissecting self worth

Beard Fearing

I can't seem to sleep,
the deep dark evades me,
tirades,
and soap box shouters,
doubters
form a ring,
bringing praxis to its knees,
hefting axes
for logos trees,
appeasing fervour,
perverts of dreamtime,
miming violence,
fencing off choices,
moist lips spitting
ditties and frittering,
belittling free will,
stood still
I'm head baked,
naked,
forsaken,
taken to opposing,
choosing lesser paths,
wrathful but mindful,
carefully placing racing thoughts
on pillows,
bellowing lullabies

McVities Litanies.

I am one
Are you one too?
Are you one free?
Or one for a coup
lets kick off
get ticked off
by gaffers at work
for nicking Jaffa's
what a jerk
foolhardy venture
for orangey centred
biscuit or cake
but which for fucks sake
the confusion
leads to contusions
scratches and scrapes
in a quarrel
for the biscuit barrel
at tea break
forget Mogadishu
lets resolve the issue
that matters the most
margarine
or butter
on my morning toast.

Naturally Selective

Ninety two elements
are responsible
for what seems
inevitable
Evolutionary variance,
natures way
of creating chances,
advances
in changes,
leaping forward
in lunges
No longer derided
for the idea
of the great bombardment period,
seeding life
High five,
we're alive
at the behest of a universe
perverse but invariably
full of wonder
Fecundity of variety,
like branches
bifurcating on a tree
The billion year head start
may upset the applecart
as we find
ourselves slightly behind
other races
We're lagging
as they're flagging
Methane shores

UB40 now,so second floor please

Jobcentre sanctions
are leaving us starving
Big thanks
to the think tanks
we're reliant
 on food banks
Legislate passers
are pains in the asses,
hassling the passive
reluctant to give
credence to reason
Common decency
is a leniency
absent by choice
Housing benefit
overpayments
for bedsits
they deduce,
should further reduce
our abuse
of JSA ,
and  ESA
So it's your call
if you want to play
then bring a ball
don't nick ours
you shower of shits
it won't be to your benefit
Reductions
from
spontaneous compunctions
puncture,
at this juncture,
necessary
social functions.

M.O.D Emoji

I hit the ground running
As whistles blew
I flew through the night
Dogs in pursuit
Resolute
Pants torn from razor wire
Perspiring
I tired and climbed a tree
To get changed you see
From lightweights to jeans
To better disguise
The evidence
Of my former residence
Muddy fields and
Vehicles on highbeam
In cold and wet hedges
Concealed from searchteams
Employing skills
Learned methodical
Daily beatings
Earned centre page in periodicals
Diabolical
Being set on fire
Was the cause of my ire
Baseball bats
Wielded by twats
M.C.T.C.
Seems to be my destination
In the meantime
I'm elated
Solitary confinement liberated

Gambits

I took my hands off the wheel
and it pleased her
I teased her
and steered with my knees,
appeasing the need
to concede
Slipped in a tape
with a seventies beat
I slipped off my shoes
and drove with my feet
Jumping red lights
and one way streets
she's screaming
as I'm day dreaming
It's just a movie
and everything's groovy
Samuel L Jackson
is sat in the back,son
holding a shotgun
playing at bad guys,
dressed black
like someone died
Dodging buicks
and trucks
looking cool as fuck
Ninety on the freeway
as she's flashing her boobs
we're doing okay
ten more hits
for exposing her tits
on our channel on YouTube

Looney Tune

Remote viewing voyeurs
are watching you shower,
when you use the loo,
a toilet paper and trews pay per view,
subscribe by the hour
Tyrannical telepaths are on the warpath,
reading minds as I'm sat in the bath,
hands covering my lap
Telekinetic's are passing the soap,
grabbing the loofah,
and copping a grope
Psychics,
with sidekicks,
are giving me stick,
for googling images
of chicks with big dicks
Jehosephat protect us
from astral projectors!
bane of the ether,
dream stalking heavy breather
Firestarters turning cartwheels,
mentalists,
providing mental lists,
of crimes committed with a flick of the wrist
Bacofoil,
for a hoot,
with a modicum of toil I fashioned a suit,
but not a hat,
I'm not a crazy twat
Iconic ghosts are ruining my toast,
I'm claiming damages
for marmite Christian images,
phantom visages
like wavering mirages,
are beckoning
with carving knives,
not entirely unlike psychotic ex wives
I'm striding sunbeams,
riding moonbeams,
turning my back
eyes glazed and jaw slack
counting the stars
I can see
through steel bars

Hearing Loop

Did you hear?
Have you heard?
Did you listen?
pay heed
to the word?
They said jump
and we jumped,
keeping time,
miming,
lips sewn shut
by lipsticked sluts
fucking us for free
The sons of bitches
they're killing kids
in middle earth
making decisions
about which munitions
best lay waste
to refugees
fleeing
what a wheeze
for sickle praising pricks
Putin
disputing
rebuffing foreign aid
my fingers push
into his eyes
I'm surprised
I'm a killer
and take great pleasure
at my leisure
in thoughts of murdering
bludgeoning
blunderers
wondering
am I better?

Pro Test

Shall we shout?
or sing a song?
of rights
and wrongs
Ring a bell?
to sound the knell
of hells endured
Write a letter
to make things better?
Carry placards
to convince retards
and the old guard
casting votes in polls
Tolls paid
as we pass
chastened and hastened
back to work
after spoken words
on week ends
as we pretend
they listen
We're pissed up
we're pissed off
messed up
and ripped off,
off with their heads
before we're led
deadheaded,
empty handed,
remanded
in custody,
put in traction
for demanding
affirmative action

Bum Shelter

Underground blunders found,
switches flicked by uniform dicks
Had a bad day?
not my fault okay?
Buttons pushed in silence,
hushed,
top brass asses,
raise their glasses and toast,
boasting about ghosts they created,
bleating like sheep,
bodies piled in a heap,
to be climbed
with a flag,
bragging,
and dragging,
no conscience,
invalid responses,
moral turpitude
has no place when viewed
from well fed fat faces
No traces,
brace yourself
for shit falling
off the shelf,
tremors,
vibrations,
from nuked
third world nations,
barely register
on the scale,
read in braille,
by blinded,
march in time
deluded,
denuded,
misconstrued
fools goaded,
by envelopes with orders
from well suited
resource hoarders.

wood burner

Distraught Streets.

I don't take kindly
to insults,
you bounder
You're floundering,
lines snagged,
jagged edge,
hung on the ledge,
strung up,
and hung up
on appearances
Talking in tongues,
the drain
in your brain
is bungled
by fumble tongued
junglist bunglers,
part time psyche burglars,
leaning on perceiving
what you think is weak
Well,
I can smell you,
and let me tell you,
overly applied deodorant
hardly compensates
for scant
rarely challenged
preconceptions
Deceiver
Deceptecon
The words in the song?
you got them all wrong.

God Fearing.

In God we trust,
he's a pile of dust,
that mother missed,
when dusting
quite pissed
The Holy Ghost
seems
to mean the most,
to well meaning,
mortality fearing,
mass attending,
belief,
patent pending,
from pagan rituals
goblet held victuals
raised,
held aloft,
praised,
in Liss
Stolen dates
on calendars,
act as poor reminders
Latent foment,
lamenting
portents,
in poor tents,
survivalist,
born again
turnkeys
Caged hens
and turkeys.

Channelling.

Wellies on,
cos
the telly's on,
wading
through bullshit,
in a bedsit,
to reach the remote
and turn off
the scrote,
babbling,
jabbing,
jaw grabbing
jabber jaws
The hammer scores
a direct hit,
as I champ
at the bit,
square box
explodes
with a squawk,
and I'm goaded
into action,
no longer redacted,
reduced
or contracted,
easily contacted
contract killer,
of a Ted Bundy
three part instalment
afternoon
thriller.

Raddy Kill

Dried out
like jerky,
wrung out,
strung out,
brought into the light,
in a pit
to try and fight,
pitbulls,
pitfalls,
dark and deep,
to settle the debts
of poorly placed bets,
things got on tick,
cameras zoom
on the pay monthly traitor,
enemy,
enema,
of the cash generator.

Peacocks Cheap Socks

Deals in store
for things
we adore,
cut price goods,
half price on puds,
basket full
I'm shuffling,
snuffling
for truffles,
buffered
but chuffed,
bruised
and handcuffed
to special deals,
take away meals,
the Happy Shopper
came a cropper
rebuffed for stealing
a six pack of beans,
and tunnelling out
of Stalagluft 17

Pre emptive Strikes

Padded door creaks and
in come the freaks.
The one with a fringe,
one with a syringe,
the bald worthless one,
who still lives with his mum,
the thin one,
the fat one,
the one with a sneer,
one with a moustache
that I'm sure is queer,
the chatty one,
who,
inside my head,
attempts to dispense
a raison d,etre,
the quietest one
who endlessly stares,
who lives in a box,
under the stairs.
The one with three heads
who deals out the meds,
and last but not least,
the one we call beast,
who calls in the night,
with frighteners,
who tightens
the straps
when they're slack
The avengers assemble
and perhaps I tremble,
disassembling,
remembering,
broken
and on my knees,
why the hell
we chose these MPs

Cell 44.

Six o clock is bath time
for inner city
lords of crime
No one takes a nap
when Luigi
wears his shower cap
Soaping and scrubbing
the stains
from the brains
on the wall,
they had the gall
to not pay what was owed,
lines not toed,
measures not met,
big bills for ket
coke,
not in cans,
blocks of blow
from Afghanistan.
Italian leather shoes
blood-stained Saville Row trews
show circular stains
from the remains
of debts,
photographs
of kidnapped pets,
pay up
or shut the hell up
or the pup gets it,
we'll come round and wreck shit,
honest criminals,
hardly subliminal
threats of death,
in exchange
for being deranged
on a diet
of crystal meth.

Exit Text.

Put your vote in
pull your vote out
in,
out
in,
out
shake Europe all about
do the brexit hokey cokey
and burn it to the ground
that's what its all about
will the poor benefit
do I give a shit?
rape it when asleep
do the country sell off
to cash converters,cheap
that's what its all about.

He vents.

Do I feel sated?
from the meal I have eaten
places I've seen
people I've beaten
hands I have shook
and vows that I took
words
I have spent
text messages sent
voices I've raised
people I've praised
lies I have told
truth that I sold
emboldened
emblazoned
flags flown for treason
entreaties and fealties
sweetened
by scroll ties
decisions
by regicide
will defined by definition refined
I think so
failure is not choosing
instead of just losing
cos winning
is trying,
success hides the liars.

Meat You.

I'm
 a trick cyclist
puppet ventriloquist
afternoon somnambulist
someplace wanderer
occasional ponderer
paper declaimer
orgiastic exclaimer
patient retainer
endorphin addicted
PTSD afflicted
licentious
unpretentious
poor
and rich
working class
boat dwelling
story telling
campfire making
affecting
affectations
exclaiming protestations
for fucks sake
just a bloke
who laughs
 at bad taste jokes
surviving
by the light
of starlight
late at night
set free
from hypocrisy
spending time alone
in the company
 of shadows loaned.

Steel Yourself.

Machines
swelter,
as we run
for the shelter,
explosions raining
nuts and bolts,
it's not our fault
we didn't put oil in,
too busy toiling,
the overseers
are in tears,
the whips come out
in parliament,
pig snouted
to declaim
with a shout,
what we've become
on seats
 made shiny
with overfed bums
Sell it off
cos imports
are cheaper,
reaping the people,
chopped down
with sickles,
how fickle
they are,
how sick,
 and slick
the trick
was performed,
decks of cards,
blowhards
and diehards,
discarded
old trades,
traded,
wounds dressed
with rags,
the slags
 betrayed us,
so we waver
on the knife edge,
we quiver
shivering,
 not snivelling,
while costs
are met from
financial backing
for fracking.

Tragic Menagerie.

I'm afraid of losing you,
to the keepers of the human zoo,
don't be distraught as we pass through,
see,
they're fed regularly,
bananas thrown through bars,
straw for beds
and water bowls,
let's buy some nuts,
pluck up the guts
to hand feed them,
'cos we need them
to pay heed,
watch your fingers for bites,
as they bring us
petitions
written
from beds that they shat on,
that ones got a hat on!
smoking fags
like a human,
how cute,
but let's go
before the shit that they throw
adheres,
to the tears
of compassion,
it's closing time
my funky little sexy cockney monkey,
let's run for the gates
before it's too late
and we're left masturbating,
and caged
daily fed and deranged,
I'd rather be dead than drip fed,
the souvenir shop
isn't much cop
with stuffed people,
figurines,
cups with funny faces,
posters and coasters,
so,
run baby,
before they close,
and we're found
bound,
exhibited,
limited by shackles as they cackle,
throwing fruit in their suits,
wrong side of the bars
looking out at a place
we once stood
mocking the flocks,
biding time in exchange
for retirement clocks.

Bars Spangled Terror

A hundred monkeys,
resolute,
with typewriters constitute,
an ability to type
a prostitute constitution,
to replace the institution
that seems quite fond
of looking across the pond
with green eyed hope
rollicking jalopy
crapping
knackered
catterwailer,
grabbing oil
on foreign soil,
great sins planned in Sinbad's land,
even the sand would be sold
to keep out the cold
for the sake
of closed proposals

Beggars Belief.

Beggars
can't be choosers,
winners
can't be losers,
the focus of success
is no less
than perspective,
objectivity
is gained
by thoughts
unchained
from media,
and Wikipedia,
hanging and quartering,
disembowelling,
howling
like dogs,
restrained
on a leash.
fouling our thoughts
Push away
the boat
from the bank,
drift unpowered,
deflowered
virgin mind,
before
you get caught
by think tanks,
a bag of wank,
smalltown
curtain call,
take a bow
fattened cow,
claim a stake,
foot
on the brakes,
of the runaway car,
before things
go too far,
cliffs beckon,
unchecked minds
wrecking,
any chance
of escape
from the rape,
be mindful
of trifles,
lest we receive
an eyeful
of spite,
contrite
how delightful.

Loose Change.

Climates for primates
recede,
proceeding to decline,
higher tides
Amazonian murderers hide
behind dictates for veneers,
supplying Ikea
with chipboard
for sideboards
and sofas
for loafers,to park their backsides
There's no credo
for the albedo,
heat escaping from a lack of vegetation,
devastation caused,
casual applause
from an audience proclaiming
good riddance,
bidding,no kidding,
a global inheritance.

Post Hastened.

Wait...
didn't I tell you?
should I have held you?
I smelled your hair
as you passed on the stairs,
I'm fighting the resistance,
with weapons consistent,
searching for reasons,
making decisions
and excuses,
truths shaken loose
they fall,
but I'm stalling for time,
not calling your name
in the dark,
speaking internally,
swearing
infernal rhetoric,
metronomic ticks,
obtusely
including abuses,
building citadels,
impregnable,
to keep me asleep and unaware,
a dilute
of the resolute,
destroy the well made suit,
that stops me,
chops me
into pieces,
divided between gluttons
and sluts,
but the largest piece is yours,
behind firmly locked doors
I reside,
undecided.

End Titles

An audience rushes
and pushes aside
emergency doors
from popcorn
strewn floors,
the film ends,
rights are defended,
heroes are mended,
in the nick of time,
to find,
lost car park cars,
late night bars,
girls in tight dresses,
succour from the stresses,
red lights light the way,
a stop and go
to and fro,
gameshows
with lame throws of a dice
will suffice,
win big
be a bigwig,
retire to the coast,
boast of success,
reading the titles
on the reel of the movie
we feel we've lived.

Cost Riposte.

What is it worth,this small piece of earth?
Time lost
counting the cost
of bricks and mortar,
repossessed and dispossessed,
civil unrest,
by blokes in string vests,
we protest by beating our chests,
do we desist,
or resist the rule of the fist?
knuckles white and tightening,
frightening,threatening white collar workers,
while shirkers get paid,
jaded,betrayed,
by a system enslaved,
chains rattled to the drumbeat of battle,
we march on the capital,
demonstrating,capitulating,week end warriors,
terrors home grown,and seeds sown
by aching bones,
hoping for an end,
a curtain call,
stalling for time,
and dollars and dimes.

Buy the Buy.

Aching bones?
Want white teeth?
Can't climb the stairs?
Want free pain relief?
Need insurance?
House or car?
Pasta sauces?
Fine dine four courses?
Low fat meals?
Cheaper mortgage deals?
New bank account?
Better clothing discount?
Need finance advice?
Uncle Bens rice?
Scott's porage oats?
Low cholesterol spread?
A comfy new bed?
Furniture in oak?
Money for loved ones
when you croak?
I'm stifled
by contrived
rapid
fire
trifles.

Shitty Centre

Cities crowded,
steel bands
bind
my hands,
concealed in trousers,
charity groupies
gather troops
confronting the poor.
Jobcentre
cash lenders
Brighthouses,
lighthouses,
light the way,
dependent
on payment,
one thousand percent,
coins spent,
desires sated,
traded,
exchanged days,
sold,
as we grow old,
iPhones upgraded

Issues Misused.

Forests of legs,
scissoring,
tempo dictated,
metronomic,
mesmeric,
generic,
one stops
a coin drops,
mumbled well wishes,
hurry,
and scurry,
rushing,
and pushing,
bus queue billboards spill the news,
reflected in wet streets,
KFC meal buckets
line up in gutters,
rubbing shoulders with McD
who's burgers stuff gulls
to the gills,
emerging from bins
in parks,
litter scattered,
old ladies natter
about prices
of sex aid devices,
made cheaper in China,
wino's bicker
over left over liquor,
and I turn to look
at the face reflected

Race of Course

Am I ahead?
or am I behind?
have I enough
or am I reminded
by Jones's and Smiths
that I haven't lived,
a shell shucked crustacean,
to be picked at lacklustre,
by blustering flustered fools,
who lack the tools,
to differentiate,
overly opinionated,
incriminated,
condemned with no redemption,
go to hell,
I'm dismayed
you've betrayed your ethos,
for Argos dictates your days,
lawn mowers,
hair dryers,
plastic sheets for golden showers,
glass bowls for car keys,
dildo fucked and on your knees,
I've lived without trying
to buy,
I'm not trying to be better,
just uncluttered,
unfettered,
so lets agree to disagree,
I'm not you
and you're not me,
let me live
and I'll let you be,
a consuming,
subduing,
voice in the community

    

Digressions

Dressed up,
but messed up,
stressed out and locked out,
misunderstood looks,
kicked in broken locks,
socks and shirts stuffed in a bag,
cheating net hag,
frag out take cover,
another cheating internet lover.
Battles fought under sheets
she's beating my meat with zeal.
I lay back,
spent,
relenting and panting,
granted,yes,
I'm gratified,
pie eyed and pain nullified.

Scratching Post

My desire dies inside her,
room strewn with plastic bottles
of cheap cider,
waxy sheets in summer heat,
casual caresses
as she undresses,
I turn,
and burn on the pyre,
fake looks
under caked on make up,
I button my lip
lest I let slip
ideas
to combat fears,
one sided desires,
lists of things missed,
quickly passed years,
veiled tears,
fingers trail over
goose bumps like braille,
I'm reading the story of our lives
as we lay,
shabby curtains,
half drawn,
distraught and forlorn,
resorting to courting,
scratching from bedmites
streaming teen porn sites

Quest Shuns.

Can I?
Could I?
Would I?
Should I?
Choices loom,
small lights in the gloom,
setting fire to desire,
consume hue and cry,
where and why?
questions raised and thoughts appraised,
conjecture of substructure,
constructions of digressions,
contentious ministrations,
etheric enunciations,
pronounced denunciations,
emancipated,
starved and medicated,
force fed
but still dedicated,
assigned and allied,
decrees heeded then forgotten,
practicing lessons learned
from pages turned.

Two Saints

Chaos and hardships,
black eyes and thick lips,
chipped teeth,
underneath noses bent,
benefits well spent,
dented pride,
brain fried,
dog ends picked,
kicked around,
shopping trolley pound,
smack,and crack,
inner city wolfpack,
Gregg's bin pasties,
backstreet wasters,
tooled up,
fuelled up,
fools let slip,
lips quip,
to give gip,
shameful waste,
after only one taste.

Snitch.

Tell me lies,
tell me who dies
at the end lets pretend I don't know.
Close the door,
you know the score,
curtains pulled,
lights on dim,
diminished,
and impoverished within.
Dark as pitch,
a curtain twitch,
from the witch across the road,
emboldened,
I fold the paper of faces,
with tight gestures,
raptures and embraces,
from mumbled said graces,
adorn,
the torn,
withdrawn,
incomplete sketch of a wretch.

Zeal meal deal.

Perverted insurgents
are buying detergents
so beware
and be scared
of Demestos blond hair
Rucsacs with bombs
replace protest songs,
wrongs done,
and gongs rung,
sound a death knell,
run pell mell,
statisticians and politicians,
count the cost of numbers lost,
but rarely weep
cos lives are cheap,
reaping sheaves,
like falling leaves,
with scythes and deceit,
neatly put you gluttonous fat gutted glib worded turd,
we didn't help the kurds
despite the kind words,
murdered harassed and gassed,
by a moustachioed bombast.

Ores for whores.

We give cash for broken gold!
for memories
bought and sold,
untold tales of aged souls,
tolls paid,
and weathered pages laid bare.
Old jewellery also wanted,
past loves lamented,
tormented between heating
and eating,
old folk choke
on their pride to decide.
We also buy medals,
we peddle in metal,
and meddle in muddles,
to befuddle and confuse,
pensioners in queues,
weighing in,
paying out,
laying out payment terms,
percentages,
gauging your wages,
octogenarians,
Rastafarians,
Rosicrucian's all welcome,
so come on in,
we've got a bargain bin,
ain't  got jack?
we'll sell your lives
on a long term buy back.

Quick fix.

Moan and groan,
with aching bone,
I type my grief
into my phone,
whinge and cringe,
like a rusty hinge,
I lubricate,
commensurate,
thoughts that drip
from a cerebral plate,
seized upon by ravenous dogs.com,
I kick the scraps
from my boots
for the mentally impoverished to feed upon,
so I'm poor
and I'm rich,
as I stand in this ditch,
with wealth
no thief could ever steal,
and that I
have only ever won

Periodikills.

Economic turmoil in France,
kids in sweatshops
making high st pants,
Venezuelan oil
dug deep,
and sold cheap,
E.U.concessions,
tensions over pensions,
rising house prices,
hi-tec spying devices,
revised sickness benefits,
commonsensical wits,
page three tits,
third world kits for dehydration,
Kanye and Kim's celebrity sensation
Iraqi troops,
social media snoops.
Russian backing
barking mad Assad,
northern town fracking,
digs at the dole,
importing foreign coal,
dog attacks man,
kids mugging grans,
spice girls
hurling in gutters,
jailed nutters released,
comedy heroes deceased,
choices for voices,
shouts in the underground,
placards and tabards,
blue pills
to stay hard,
birthday cards
for dates passed,
latent dementia,
decisive junctures,
punctures to dreams,
explosive decompression,
lessons learned
through contracts burned.

Sew and sew.

I'm stitching a coat together,
with random patches of fabric and leather,
stitches and seams,
from half consumed dreams,
memories of places seen.
Comes down to my knees,
but I don't dress to please,
or adjust my attitude,
despite pressure or lassitude
The cuffs are quite tough,
as they're made from the stuff,
that keeps me from screaming,
believing or deceiving,
attaining no pleasure,
from lies wrought from leisure,
there's treasure and gold,
in most we behold,
buttons sewn on fit fabric eyes,
to blind,
and bind,
the weave aligned.