Cop That

I'd do absolutely anything.
I'd do anything,
okay I'd do something,
maybe one thing,
alright,
nothing.
I'd take everything,
maybe some things,
or nothing at all.
I'd try my hardest
but when hands are played out
and cards laid on tables
The fun's over,
guns are pulled
lovers are killed
and placed under covers
The police are playing Jokers wild
Curious deaths
ignored but filed.

Alienated

Please,
oh please,
come invade us
Fly from the sky with pink lasers
Kidnap and force us,
onto ships
shaped like saucers
Test
and push probes,
into our frontal lobes
Put our brains
alive,in jars
just take us away to your place in the stars
A frontal lobotomy
is a fair exchange for a robot body
Just think,
we could serve you drinks,
among stars
shining bright on interstellar flights
Illuminated fingers poke
to test,
ginger haired farmers
from the American mid-west

Tea Leaf

I'm swallowed
being followed
consumed by everything
that's gone wrong
Forgetting the tune
and the words
of the song
Digested
Molested
Absorbed by gelatinous
blobs
with no face
Here to consume
and enslave
the  human race
Then excreted
deleted
Like I never existed
at all
Another random face
in the local
shopping mall
So I'm fighting
and biting
Tearing the sack
that I'm in
with my teeth
Jostled on the back
of this dirty
great thief
Dropping small crumbs
as I shed
a trail
of false beliefs

Triple X

Fluorescent pink,batteries dead,
black,green,yellow and red,
second hand dildo's
too often repaired,
a cause,no doubt,
for the greatest despair
A real rubber feel
easy to conceal,
twenty five percent off special deal
Broken indeed,
shouldering the brunt
from unspoken
night time needful grunts.
Pneumatic,bewigged,
blonde rubber ladies,
worn thin,
worth nothing,
having being boffed and rogered
by froth at the mouth coffin dodgers,
dentured teeth marks
from barely a home
care home frisky larks.
Magazines with Valentino's
Randy dandies having a beano
Ann Summers knickers
to kick start old tickers
Supercharged penis enlargers
the poorest excuse for a suck
cheap films depicting
ladies lactating,
and a fancy new way to fuck
I'm knee deep
in a deep pile of so called sin
in an alley
getting pally
with the contents
of the local discount porno bin

Cordon Blur

Some flour,
self raising,
for hours spent with knees bent
praising
Two eggs
for the legs
that sit up and beg for dregs
Butter
for demands
and commands
for sticks fetched
Some sugar
to bugger up
charity muggers
A bowl
or a basin
for mixing vile tricks in
A spoon,
wooden,
for stirring blurred lines
An oven
gas mark five
burns choices once alive
And icing
piped
white from a sack
like the stripe
we can see
quite clearly on your back
It's a list
of ingredients you see,
for a cake
of obediency

Intermezzo

Pyrenees please me

distant ranges
tease me
whispers
of things unseen
longed for vistas
seen in dreams

Seam Stressed

Is this your leg?
Is that your arm?
Stay calm.
Are those your hands?
Pituitary glands?
Your eyes?
Your teeth?
Your hair underneath?
Let's not leave behind
what remains of our minds,
let's assemble ourselves to resemble
some semblance of self,
from left overs
woven and sewn
with threadbare worn cloth and thread,
sew me
or throw me back on the pile
to be made another day
from other seamstress hands
that may linger over
colored plastic buttons
chosen eyes
for frayed,hand made,
cotton stuffed guys.

Baited

Aha!
We're all superstars
Wonderbra's
and big flash cars,
white teeth
and whiter gold,
folding green,
manicured
fingers clean
Like sacred
angels
anointed,
pointing
withering glances,
at scuff shoed
poor
Biting lures
to be reeled in,
unfeeling
Brains beaten out
on riverbanks
by angry
anglers
mumbling
their thanks

Coit With Us

Give me gip and whip me
Tie me up
and slip me a jimmy
Meet me and beat me,
freak me out
with repeated bouts
of wax dripped
tight lipped.
While fingertips pinch
winch me up on pulleys,
strap me down on trolleys
My folly
with Molly
and Polly,by golly,
my jolly dolly bird,
is not coming second
but always coming third.

Suit Yourself

You've got
no tape measure
worst tailor
Iv'e ever seen
Making a suit
to suit your views
Trousers too short
Jacket too tight
You're frightening me
fighting me
in a tussle
of material wealth
Bad show
old boy
Hardly top form
Torn clothes
in heaps
Thread and needles
sewing shut
best intentions
Poor cuts
from chalked out
alterations
Saville row?
you prick
Stick yourself
in a case
on show
dressed up
and stressed up
You're the one
on the run
looking like
a dummy
in a store window

Teddyboy Brother

I wish I'd been
closer to you all
I say
In a text
To my sister
I don't place
great value
on telephone calls
Smalltalk
through electronically
interpretated
squawks
on mobiles
Reconciled
to be
a loner
but not alone
Not counting hours
before climbing
bell tower steps
It's often
words left unsaid
That laid
in our beds
at night
Take flight
beating wings
bringing back
memories
of things,
despite our retention
at least
briefly
mentioned x

Movie Real

There's something
I feel is quite right,
about walking
in circles
around the remains
of an ancient meteorite
Worshipping magnetic fields,
yielding to beliefs
I feel
are quite real
Respect
to the Muslim nation
for their dedication
to a rock
in a box,
despite
the devout rushes,
and fatal crushes,
of robed folk
rushing,
and pushing,
as you do,
when
popcorn clutching
M and M munching
in a fight
in the Cinemax queue

Battlebus

Small wars
fought over inches,
glances
and advances
rustling confection treats
to retreats
itching in hot seats,
much too close
to the public lavatory.
The gravity of the situation is grave,
buckled in and enslaved
in this tin can,
got a can opener man?
he turns
but doesn't understand
He leaned over!
now's the time
to take back what is rightfully mine
Usurper!
Iced coffee slurper!
Putting me to the test?
Well,
I've bested you,
knobbly elbow battlefest
on this National Express
two person arm rest manifest.

Cuckoo Too?

Anecdotes,

of men in white coats

Tall stories trigger,
abrupt cocktail sniggers
Did I mention being sectioned
for high street erections?
Polite chatter,
nattering,
elated
about being medicated,
straitjacket chafing
did you laugh?
What a social gaff
among polite company
Zany antics,
bow ties and breadsticks
Dance partners on gurneys
overlooked by turnkeys
Real mad stares
from drooling fooling folk in wheelchairs
Thank you for the invitation,
supplemented
by the medication
The girl with the curls?
Did something terrible with a gun?
Ah,
she's my plus one
Don't fuss
one must have etiquette and decorum
you see?
What?
You've got the key?!
We're busting out to sirens
from this lunatic asylum
on the coast
near Shoreham on Sea

Stranger Danger

Using a knife to free my toast.
A lighter to find a gas leak
I'm not toasting to my boasting
I'm just a danger freak.
Frayed electric cables,
do I wanna die
from crappy DIY?
Six inch nails
sticking through dining room tables,
sharp knives
mixed in drawers with spoons and forks
I'm walking on ledges
high above streets,
now we're talking,
looking down the barrel of a gun
for fun,
with my finger at the other end
Don't worry
unhurried
I post pictures of poorly built fixtures
because danger has become a trend, my friend.

Gee,Hard

A jihad on you!
What?
A jihad on me?
But I've out jihadded you
with a deal on extremist views,
buy one get one free
Don't criticize
what you've chosen
to live among,
while thronging to domes
proclaiming how devout
you are within,
we could live without
doubts
over lost luggage
while carrying religious fanatics
on our backs
Cracking
with the weight
this country's back breaks
as the old man of Europe
bent double,
averts his eyes,
and wears a disguise
in case of any more trouble.

Numeric

Twenty three fifty three,
Fluorescent numerals speak to me
Tell me there's time for second chances,
romances,
opportunities to change my mind
Hours left to hold
Minutes of counted grains remaining
Seconds beckoning me
to not look away
gaze fixed
to silent electronic digital ticks
counting,
keeping time
locked in a box
to be opened by wizened fingers
groping
in the dark
spilling years

The Wooden Man

Are considerations just lies?
Chopping branches,
tangles of strangling ivy away from the trunk
Junk just
falls away
to find,
remaining,
common denominators
or rotten wood
Should it come as any surprise
finding what was discarded
was once kept guarded,
held dear and revered
Fearing it lost
or stolen,
measures were taken,
stakes were cut from wood
Fences woven from ivy
Staunch branches
providing handholds
to climb
Tiring
kindness expired
fearing the plunge
the liar
climbs ever higher

Exceedingly,allegedly

Quick!
Get staves,
sacrificial slaves,
feathers from chickens,
gizzards from wiccans,
wigs from a wizard,
fizzy white jizz from a slightly vexed lizard,
charms that do harm,
a large box of Calms,
spells,
bells,
a handful or so
of Dante's wild hell's,
vile potions
with funny smells,
magic tricks,
ducking stools and tools,
barrels of pitch,
ropes, popes,
kindling and firewood.
Good are you?
Healing ailing folk with leaves and song
Wrongdoer!
Songspeller!
Smeller of sulphur!
Show him the door the pasty, pastry faced whore,
Beelzebub consume you you fake!
With your accursed Mr Kipling
at our local cake bake.

Pucker Lips

Soon
I'll have
to head back
No water left
Sack empty
Stomach growling
Prowling
the sand
Digging for news
or second
hand screws
To be weighed in
for scrap
or maybe
traded
for tokens
for time
at the tap
If I only
found lead
Instead
of half dead
I'd be made
for life
Knife
sharpened for
the food queue
We chew
our cheeks
Weeks without
real meat
Water ration
then urgent
passions spent
under canvas
in tents
venting anger
in rants
Stories then told
Bold knights
Fights won
and lost
And strange tales
from
the addled
old lingering
memories
of cities
like fingers
scratching
skies
I don't
believe it
Bunch of bullshit

Notes

I'm over enthusiastic,
like elastic stretched from the slack,
I bounce back.
Contort me with retorts,
distort me in accordance
with thoughts distraught
Attempt to bend me to your will,
I'm still flexible.
Able to question,
somewhat inspired,
quite often tired,
but satisfied,
having died so many times.
So like it or lump it,
you stand where you land,
I'm looking for a rubber trumpet,
to join an elastic band.

Bitching In The Kitchen

Face pales
eating stale cakes
on the weighing scales
Bloody QVC
How dare they fucking lie to me
Gadgets
and doo dahs
To shift fun sized mars bars
Springy things for exercise
Troublesome
cummerbund
trousers to disguise
Forced into corsets
Blowing a gasket
I ask you am I past it?
Freaking out at weaknesses,
poor choices,
grunting noises,
shiny wrapped contents
of my Aldi shopping basket
Shall I risk it?
and have another Hob Nob biscuit?
I eat for my pleasure
with no one to treasure me
Don't measure me
by the size of my waist
it's in accordance to taste
Leisure suits look quite cute
Let's order some before they're gone
Masticating
procrastinating
Stretchy black leggings
For a body gone wrong

Arms Steal

Grumbles
and mumbles
Humouring
the rumours,
we've been tumbled,
rumbled
in the market place.
Selling all
the counterfeit goods
that we can,
from  Blackpools
bright streets
to the burning
suburbs
of Afghanistan
Pegging it
we ran
Slamming the doors
foot to the floor
in our
second hand
Pickfords
delivery van
Selling arms
can be calming
It offers a balm
despite the harm
We're charming
the pants
off the ranting
panting
crowds
Conning the blighters
We also
do lighters
Because one mans
terrorist
is anothers mans
freedom fighter
so we keep saying
Praying
 for profit
from clerics
and prophets
Hoping
against hope
that we sell
the soap
we bought cheap
and sell steep
Called pope
on a rope

Triste

I'm fried.
Eggs and bacon in the brainpan,
so I hide.
Scrambled eggs leaking,
from my mouth as I'm speaking,
talking bubble and squeak,
I'm a freak,
sure.
Begging.
Ham and egging
for the daily cure,
to which,I don't doubt,
enrich the timber and pitch of the shouts
I encounter,
as I mount her.
Whispered endearments that I'm quite sure will melt her,
fucking half drunk,
in a Grimsby bus shelter.

Nil by mouth

Fat seagulls
in landfills,
from
dirty great
hands full,
of food
gone to waste,
some die
for the want
of a mouthful
or taste
Some fight
for trifles,
others far
more spiteful,
in spite of
protesters,
perhaps bound
by the closed
fisted might
of investors,
spend capital
on sell by dates,
and cheap rates
on skips
and bins
to be filled
to the brim
with bread,
meat,
and dented tins
Folk climbing
over fences
looking thin,
to be arrested
We're not dense
you're evidently
not familiar
with the concept
of common sense
Margins of error
to terrible
to mention
Notations
in the column
indicate,
a failure in
the legislate,
an over
protective need
for cotton wool
covered trees
Lest we fall
and hurt ourselves
on the contents
of a high reach
shelf

Chaste

Crappest topiary man
I am,
I don't go back
to round off
sharp edges,
I'm hanging
from window ledges
Pants
 round ankles
Rankled,
underpants
left behind.
Fruit hanging,
no dispute,
about the size
of the prize
in my birthday suit
Pledging
to never again,
effectively
refrain,
from diving in,
swimming
 in,
this knee deep pool,
no longer drool,
of attractive,
married
women.

Eclectic Browsers

It's like cogwheels
grinding
Missing teeth
sometimes engaging
turning
machinery beneath
powered by steam
pipes leaking
gauges in the red
pages written
unbidden
to be read
Boiler manned
for coal
Fed by hand
a toiler
not despoiler
Fuelled
by eclectic browsers
Kindest regards
Electric trousers

Walking the Walk

I didn't talk
when I walked for nine months,
park benches for beds,
speaking French with others,
brothers they were,
of a kind,
like minded
Reclining on leaves,
old sofas in streets,
meeting and greeting
kerbstones for seating
Old ladies giving me food
no shoes,
singing old songs
choosing paths unworn
welcomed by poor folk
Giving all that they own
in return for a burn
or a craft that they honed
on mountainsides
libre esche on cold fresh mornings
Adorning
the morning sun with love

Zoot

His legs
wrapped around my waist,
showed great distaste,
how disgraceful
This legionnaire with empty eyes,
no big surprise there,
just a vacant empty room to let
in his stare
Shaving razor blade
laid bare against my neck
What the heck?
Hardly a good welcome
or well met
in this place of impurity
A hotel called Baumette
with the highest security
Using reason
and reckoning
he lessened his hold
Cockroaches swarming over beds
we talked and rested our heads
Making games of flicking beetles
off the freshly made bread
Peephole squeaks
and peering eyes peek
at now meek and mild
reconciled
soon to be
before the beak

Red Dragon

Plumes of dust
in the distance concealing
but then revealing
a slim looking plucky chap
pushing a home made contraption
Four wheels
on a mini chassis,
class act.
Perpignan beckoned
I reckon
fifty miles
but I was all smiles
A Welshman by heck!
Trekking the highways
byways and trade routes
Admiring his style,
pots and pans,
while on the verge
we talked places
traded names tales and faces
Swapped coffee
for tea bags,
smoked fags for a while
A pivotal point
believing in levers
Giving me reason to believe
I imagine him still there
Pushing that cart without a care,
distance no object,
respect and love flowing
no debts
to dejected travellers owed

Rites

I'm thankful
I've drank my fill
Liquid life spilling
over brims full
tasting days filled with oration
Elated,
elevated spoken words
Unburdened by the material
Gratitude for poverty
Chastity,well,we'll see
I worship
in deciduous cathedrals
Damp earth
worth far more than carpeted halls
Where scare mongers linger
fingering the goods
faces hidden behind hoods
The top cat
has the biggest hat
Capering,
japery,
orchestrated twats

Bedshit

Ten by ten,
a pox on this box.
Accommodated but subjugated.
Subjected daily to rants,
pants stolen
from washing lines,
stifling.
I'm rifling through the knife drawer
There's someone banging
on the front door,
scoring no doubt.
Keeping my nose out
of the shouting
Clouting people isn't my style
Smiling despite being riled
Neighbour blowing a gasket
Rats crept in through holes
in thin walls
ate the contents of his wicker rubbish basket,
I ask you,
is this right?
Conditions equivalent to rendition,
kidnapped by night
by no names,
thrown in a cell
with only ourselves to blame
Housing benefit paid
but afraid to complain.
A schism.
Legitimate worries about black mould
in children's cold bedrooms,
complaints taken,
then mistaken,
for racism.

Digging It

We were in bed when she said,
I have the body of a twenty five year old man.
I froze,
while she dozed,
the whore,
are the smells coming through the floor?
Did I lock the cellar door?
Did I disclose,
post coitus,
with interlocking toes,
the reasons for the loitering stains,
that despite the bleach
still remain,
exclaiming mistakes made,
patio's paved over shallow graves
left over bones
in wood burners grown cold
my fondness for lime in buckets,
fuck it,
may have blown my cover
My lover sleeps
while I'm digging deep,
stripped to the waist with spade and pick
slick sweat dripping,
coin flipping
asking fate,
waiting for the funny voices
to provide the choices
for my latest bride
Conceding the need
to conceal my deed
in a backyard
overgrown
and woven with weeds

Sales Torque

Okay, I'm sold
Your foots in the door,
and the winds getting cold
Hard pressed,
and half undressed
Pushing me wares
as you stare at the sight
of my grey pubic hairs
Have a care, you say
we've a dye that may,
applied with a tissue,
resolve that issue
Stressed out by cold callers
Bound and gagged in the hold
by bold jailers
Trifle shocked
that I'm locked in
Twitching curtains
quite certain
They'll shanghai
hang me out to dry
Rinse me,
convince me that I need
Steam mops,
multi meds,
pedicure sets,
insurance for sick pets,
jet inspired power washers,
detergents,
posher nosh,
Africa smelling body wash,
cream for piles
My biles rising,
smiling
you clutch in your greasy mitts,
a compilation
of the greatest seventies disco hits,
Isaac Hayes
has seen better days,
I say,
and finally,
defined by lines quite sharp,
you see,
dismayed
after a sad display
he turns and walks away

Excerpts

Pending Free

Psst!
Hey you!
Come here,
never mind me,
dressed in rags,
plastic bags for shoes
Hounded?
They can't keep me down,
no sir!
Spare a crown?
I was once on stage
Oh yes
Er good guess
I confess I wasn't great
as the name and blame implies
But I'm on bail
plain sailing from now on
Can I guess your mind?
Quick card trick?
No wait,
can I borrow your stick?
Dog too if you don't mind,
too kind,
and now drumroll please!
I don't know,
just slap your knees
Now just a quick tap,
ah he collapsed the poor chap,
your poor retriever,
I'm a poor deceiver,
robes and wands,
squandering,pondering mysteries
It's your fault you know,
I shout,
as some lout lobs stones
Surely I've atoned
eating out of Aldi bins?
Grabbing my bags
I run from past sins.

What?

If
It is,
what it is,
then what
is it not?
What it is
or not
what it is,
is not what it is.
What's not
not it,
is not
what it is
It's what,
or not,
what not is
But is
or not
or what
what it is?
If not
Then what ?

Hell eh?

Blood red carpet.
Tarted up good.
Suited and booted.
airbrushed we parted,
quite crushed you farted.
Started out quite well,
but ended in a terrible smell.
What do you eat?
petite blonde bombshell?
Stars running
hell for leather,
pell mell,
strippers tripping,
hairpieces slipping,
old men gripping their chests,
for long overdue cardiac arrests,
Octogenarians married to shouting
trout,
pout,
mouthed harridans
Who let one out?
Lipstick smears and tears of mascara
making black lines over
overeager plastic surgeons designs
Paparazzi sharks floating, bloated,
coated in sweat,
debts and bills to be paid,
like,
who laid who?
Who paid you to photograph the circus?
so that we can laugh,
tuxedo clowns frowning,
jugglers smuggling coke
Shows over folks!
Brown women in gowns
drowning in public see,
the dangers of publicity.

93

A greeting
for meeting
kindhearted goodwill,
thrills and esoteric spills
spells perhaps
performed by nice chaps
Free will enabled
we sit at this table
Debating scrolls
the roles performed
No faltering at altars
No condemnation,
elation reigns.
Will presides over all
often heard call
of love under will
Thrilling me
no billing or headline act
Just pacts
and ancient treaties
feet pointing the right way
Anointed not disappointed
by rowdy crowds
pointing
at beardy weirdy perverts on clouds
spying on us
trying to relieve us but deceiving
Old
Aztec gold
stained red from the dead
slaughtered sons and daughters
riven,
no quarter given
stolen, sold for faith in wraiths
and holy ghosts
appearing on occasion
on my morning toast

Frieda's Need

Feed me,
you've freed me
tell me that you need me,
Lover brings me onion rings
fish and chips,
sausages in batter,
fries and dips,
I'm rounder not fatter,
greasy lips and chin.
Thin crust pizza must
have less calories,
so why oh why
can I no longer see my knees?
You tease me with cake
buns and éclairs,
do me right here I can't cope with the stairs,
bringing her off
with two fingers up her,
doing her hard,
I'm spooning her lard
as she sings
of the things for her supper.

Refund Pending Too

I'm back at last,
on stage aghast,
rage concealing past failures.
Bright lights
I'm in disguise face whitened.
You've had your money back
so don't complain
you heckling,
cackling,
maddening,sad sacks,
but once again I take the blame.
I'm lacking the skills,
doves killed,
spilling from hidden pockets,
concealed rockets and sparklers igniting,
they're fighting in the aisles,
fuck it.
A volunteer please!
saw sharpened to easily render you in two,
don't boo,
I'm a pretender.
A first aider please!
I'm on my knees wiping up the blood
you're flooding the exits.
Once again I failed,
I'm pegging it,
legging it for the door
shitting bricks
I'm throwing away all I learned
from this dog eared book of magic tricks.

Tiers

I think I owe you
more than you know,
I'd tell you
and spell out the words
but fear
the jeers
from being overheard
So I'll whisper words like thunder
frightening under lightning trees
The quieter I get
more powerful yet
I become
Whispering in your ear
fears that died
but still reside
buried
under mothers skirt
face hidden deep inside folds
hold me,
mould me,
into something new

Just A Kid

Is it any wonder,

blunder man, 

I'd rather stay away?

You stole me,

enrolled me,

controlled

but rarely extolled my virtues

You chose to commit me to adulthood

you shit,

far too early

With sharpened knives

I sacrificed

surgically excised small pieces of faeces,

shit thoughts

caught and crushed

We're opposites

I'm no composite of you

Questions I asked as a child,

brink of the chasm,

deserved more,

you fat bore,

than destructive reductive sarcasm

Game Of Risk

Buy one now
and
get one free
One for you and one for me
Who'd have thought economies
would come so cheap
bought easily?
Financial instabilities?
Look no further sir
you see,
a small deposit,
or repository of arms,
cached and stashed,
threatened with harm
and starvation,
third world nations come cheap
Reap,sir,
the benefits,
once we've disposed
of the native tribal shits

Win Bigger

I hate myself so much you see,
I know I'll win the lottery,
It'll change my life,
I'll find a new wife,
imported from the Philippines,
crossing borders by mail order,
ordered by males
she'll wash dishes,
if wishes were true
it'd happen to you,
an erasure
of all you treasure,
excisions of past decisions,
wiping the board clean of meaning,
thoughts of strife erased from life,
composed,
made up in repose,
hair bleached on a beach
in Marbella,
surf lapping at your toes.

Gee whizz

Am I broken ?

Tokens of affection,

reflections in mirrored pools.

Blurred,
distorted,

retorts surface,

new faces traced on paper,

like tapers lit,

flitting red embers,

tempering nothing responses,

denunciations of pronunciations,

citations to attend to,

defending intent,

spent words 

curdling.

Blurted

Baptised by your eyes.
Mesmerised,
transfixed,
heart races,
am I staring?
How dare I assume?
resuming the demeanour
returning,
despite urgent yearning,
to default
setting
mode
My fault for letting,
forgetting my feelings,
setting
my freedoms free.
So pardon me miss,
formality insists
I desist,
from audacious rambunctious frivolity.

Slots

Not so much a conscience,
as a roulette wheel.
Ball bounces,
then stops,
then you do what you feel.
The odds are high
It's not your hand
that gets cut off
when you owe ten grand
So spin it,
let's win it,
or lose all we own
Bet the lot if you dare,
win the pot
but have a care
what may seem sensible,
is irreprehensible,
surrendering,
rendering,
intellect derelict.

Lost Luggage

I'm no different,
indifference resistant,
insistent on deference,
top hat tipping,
tight lipped,
bull whipped,
but chipping in,
contributions for desperate constitutions,
suggestions
for blatantly outrageous ministrations,
sacrificing,
bare faced,
wriggling beneath the surface distaste.
Knee jerk reactions,
to ill thought out actions,
involuntary responses,
first thought frontier,
inclined to decline any concept or notion,
despite lack of devotion
adhered to
or feared.

Jigsawed

Puzzle pieces fitting.
Together we fix the picture,
somewhat incomplete
Beating shapes into spaces
ill designed for rounded,
or curved,
sharp cornered reminders of past times
Pictures of memories,
need fixtures,
both temporary and permanent,
discarding poorly sketched images of wretches,
park benches,
lectures
from emotionally distraught wenches,
firmly entrenched,
indentured,
reaping profit,
from dreams sold when sleeping

Fat Yellow Fingers

In far off seas,
chins are scratched,
plans are hatched by Chinese fiends,
come,
they said,
with smiles,
to inhabitants of the Banana Isles,
we'll buy,
in great numbers,
all the sea cucumbers
In return for their audacity,
promised electricity,
two bags of cement
was the only dent
in their financial contingency
So,
they get ripped off,
fodder
gets shipped off,
Islanders
are left with jack,
because sea cucumbers
phallic shape
suggests an aphrodisiac

The Wan King

I'm beating on the wall with a stick,
are you deaf as well as stupid you prick?
keep it down,
I hear a monotone
in the sound and the resounding pounding
of your moans and spent groans,
passion gone,
bestowed upon,
pneumatic,
ecstatic,
blondes,
what went wrong?
sex aids for those afraid,
trading cards for hard ons
made for plastic lovers,
gift wrapped
Life like ?
on your bike,
battery vaginas for poor men with angina,
the last thing you want is an aneurism,
as you thrill
to the spill
of your salty wet jism

Oars

Learn to sell yourself,
they said,
advertise your expertise,
prostitute on a CV.
In the dark among the trees,
loitering,
and lingering,
fingering through forms and fonts
The right set
of typeset,
to address established norms,
what positions you may know,
to qualify,
as a full time gigolo

Je travail

All my labours are born
from love,
I'm not in favour,
or fond of the notion,
of devotion to the workplace,
don't get me wrong
I don't shirk my place,
I'm just dancing to the beat
of a different song
Bongs
not bongo's
used to be my tempo,
but sated desires
it transpires
are only half of us
Brush off the dust,
I suggest you have a rest
and explore what makes us,
if need be
kick up a fuss
don't take it,
or fake it,
lying down you wuss

Stay Afraid

Welcome to the emotional states,
are you here to visit or a long term stay?
Can you support yourself?
How good is your mental health?
Travelling light I see,
lacking connectivity?
Isolation prohibition,
surrounded is firmly grounded.
The weight of social necessity
will keep you straight and trouble free,
never mind free thinking,
just keep drinking,
and we'll deal with the rest.
Questions?
see our F.A.Q.
Give us six weeks to be someone new.
Censor selectively
any concept of originality,
the greater good awaits,
to embrace you with its dictates.

Cakes Of Dark

To every equal
there's an opposite,
a balanced composite
of the exquisite
The quizzical
metaphysical
aligns with
the material,
angles combined
make sublime
applications
Devotions
by devotees,
materials may vary,
so please
be wary,
exercise
uncommon sense,
in recipes past,
present,
and future tense

Refund Pending

I have no illusions left in the bag
I've emptied the sack,
you're shouting for your money back.
Poorest magician you've ever seen.
Handkerchiefs pulled from sleeves,
and rabbits from hats.
Card tricks
and nifty quick fingers,
singing my own praises,
winging it,
-brief pause for applause
Taking a bow
with a flourish
A quick final act before I get packed
I'm wishing for deceit,
whilst juggling with bare feet,
chainsaws,
arcane laws,
waiting for ratings,
approval
to prove all.

Forts

Inverted internal dialogue,
perverted diverted monologue,
demagogues,
and demi gods,
a populace for thought,
populate the court,
residing presiding in judgement,
every action represented by factions,
wrestling and besting,
confidently testing,
boundaries,
quandaries,
foundries built to forge,
weapons of guilt.
Silt sifted for ores
to fight wars.

Good Buy

In this pose,
I'm pre-disposed,
caught out,
and bought out,
cheaply,
thrice weekly,
short changed,
somewhat deranged,
thirsting,
bursting at the seams,
losing,
but choosing
designer fashions,
cashing in,
reduced contents
of a bargain bin,
vulnerable
but revered,
gullible
and steered,
veneers for steers,
value yourself,
and shun the shelves,
a sense of self worth
shouldn't,
and doesn't,
cost us the earth.

The Opposite Of Shopping

A list of things
I don't need,
begins
with greed,
but,
I'm still starving
for laughter,
hungering
for platitudes,
a hankering
for
far flung latitudes,
a mite peckish
for a glance,
or gesture,
emaciated,
drawn
and fated,
for destinations,
trains caught,
slaken thirsts,
paths taken,
krakens
awakened

Create Shun

Instrumental to our welfare
Opened with a fanfare
Dare we question
what we dare hardly mention?
Notions of ages
Eons and past stages
Data on strata
not half baked stigmata
Evolutionary is hardly revolutionary
So put down the bricks
and mortar you pricks
Building monuments
and testiments
for creationist sentiments
So
lend me your ear
Wipe away that tear
there's greater gods existing
than the fear that you're resisting
Statutes
and statues to lies
I'm hardly surprised
But it's wholly incredulous
crediting the nebulous
for far greater wonder
than a colossal celestial blunder

Aye Sis

Do terrorists ever
have a day off?
Ringing in work
with a bit of a cough?
Do they qualify
for a bit
of disability or
sickness benefit?
for failed cowardly actions,
two weeks in traction,
accident at work?
trip over a kerb?
spills from a bucket?
fuck it,
like I care,
don't you feel like a berk?
ring to claim now
all of the blame,
and bow,
your audience awaits
with bated breath,
how I long
to sing along
to the song
of your untimely death

The Sun

In the eighties
I made front page news,
I got slated
for giving folk their dues
Did I get a choice?
Sun newspaper
took some photographs
Breakfast TV
approved of demographs
Viewing figures
getting bigger
from spats in court
Battles fought
against the allies,
may well come
as some surprise,
but brutality
is a constant
you see
among the throng
of idiots assuming
a moral supremacy

Reet Grand

Shopping trolley
filled canals,
empty pound land
shopping malls,
moorland grazed and
wind blown marshes,
empty mills filled
with second hand markets
Barkers
and hawkers,
gawkers
and morkers,
cobbled streets
and knocked off goods,
cheap meat vans
and fried foods
Ruddy faces,
pie n peas,
in steaming caffs
Weekly baths
and coal men strikes
Northern towns
where once proud
stood
to,
in turn,
turn back the flood

The Percent Age

Fill in the blanks
and delete
as appropriate.
Hold the pen
with your teeth
up to necks in aggregate
No sound of a gavel
or a sentence,
buried
in concrete and gravel
repentant,
but resplendent
The crime remains moot,
signatures
on dotted lines,
concrete boots
will fit just fine
Not your size?
we make to measure,
eighty percent interest
to be paid for
at your leisure,
we value
your feedback
don't hesitate to reach us
feeble
and slack jawed
despite the tedium
Hire a medium
With a cheap ouija board

Mind Sweeper

Inverted,
internal,
dialogue,
diverting perverted
monologue
Chock a block
with dirty tricks
sidelining,
whitewashing,
gate crashing,
confidence trashing,
an ear bashing
Careless thoughts
amass,
creating a wave
in the mental morass,
that will sure as day
pave the way
to forays,
excursions,
no refund one way tickets
to destinations
destitute,
one horse town
with a populace
of mutes

Plastic Rapped

See through rapper,
looking dapper.
Half hitch jeans,
walking cool.
Remnants
of tenements,
and half scraped
gene pools.
Don't tell me
I look weird
I fear greater things
than you,
lewd gestures,
vapid pastures,
rapping,
and crapping out,
shouts for crews,
street muggers,
and generally
the buggers,
who rob
some office knob
and make the news.
Shoes
too white
to work in
Dating girls
too fat
to be twerking
Genuine sentiment,
truly the testament,
highly debatable,
but much
to your detriment.

Gongs Rung

So,
I did it wrong
Big deal
You're looking over my shoulder,
stealing ideas
I'm feeling demeaned
from the fear
of failing to meet your standards
I'd rather do it my way
make my own mistakes that may,
teach me,
reach inside me,
not leech me of creative ability
There's more than one path
so just for a laugh
let's pretend your rendition
is only one version
The application of your consternation
indicates machinations
How unseemly

Version aversion

Human edited,
edition limited,
remit conditional,
objectively speculative,
superlative free,
non-denominational,
rational implorer,
devotional decider,
third round survivor,
vetoed creed,
dire strated,
credo stated,
brief semblances,
of emblemic
sentences
Forbearance
and temperament
distanced
from reactions
Undistracted blinder
of fears
unfounded

Yorkie Barred

You scratch my back,
I'll scratch yours
Backhanders
for slack hands,
not paid work
you understand
Favours for favours
indian landlord slave labourers,
but it's not about
race or caste,
or unlawful warfare
in times long passed
Exploitation
has a new face,
sanctions dictating
a different pace
Kids must be fed
on more
than just bread
So,
kick us
when we're down,
from being beaten
to the ground
Born,
we are,
and bred,
to be strong
in arm
and thick
in head

I Decline , Reclined

Too long overdue
oversized shoes,
to fit
ball juggling clowns
making the news,
ending
on a light note,
saccharin laughs
get our vote
Make up for
made up faces
Campaign trails,
rail strikes,
naked bike rides,
twerking celeb brides,
lies told in congress,
digressing white teeth
Coffee cup cold
I'm getting older
but not thinner,
flashing box dreamworks
and
my second TV dinner

Ebb and Flow

You ask me
once again,
I hold my breath
and count
to ten
Immersed
and submerged,
wave tossed
lost
in the current,
lifted by swell
I'm adrift
Tossed onto shores
feet cut by shells,
walking through quicksand,
feeling quite sick,
and,
can't find the way
to the place
we once stayed
A cheap B and B
near Clapton on Sea,
where damp walls
and cold chips,
heartened
despite hardships,
sustained us,
entertained us
You were such a good dancer
but you bite
lacquered nails
as once more
I fail
to give you an answer

Thirst Date

Sharp stick blinder,
lipsticked sidewinder,
tart
with no heart,
but constant reminder
Desires replete
and dressed for the street,
stressed out
and left out,
aggregate soul,
spilling small stones,
unsafe load,
in direct contravention of the Highway Code
Never again I say,
but once again into the fray
I go
Kowtowed,
it's a go slow,
slogans shown,
T shirts worn,
senses torn in two
I'm fucked up just like you
We're trending
while you bend my will
to consume,
beers chilled,
cheap pills for bedtime thrills
Worn out
I'm the advert torn out,
a discount token for affection
Compensating,
indicating
your lack of a sense of direction

Vladimir komarov

Ablation
Metal plate flayed
Parachute deployment betrayed
Hear shield absorption
rate exceeded
Increased acceleration
Atmospheric buffering
Stuttering digits
Sluggish responses
Coms down
Bound
and shouting
Doubting
Eventually found
and displayed
in bad taste,
a glass case
Exhibited
Red flags for
dead rags
Blackened husk
Parades in red square
to placate the bear
and Gagarin's saviour
Who,
at his end,
earned the right
to condemn,
despite their elation,
the state
of the so called great,
soviet nation

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