Past Being Tense

Skin stretched tight,
and taught
to not ask the wrong questions
Stretch the lechers
wanters and needers,
greediest solipsists,
haters and feeders
Packed slack on the rack
backs crack,
as wheels are turned
and lessons unlearned,
bared teeth keening,
meaning and sentiment elementarily deprived
from the dregs of kegs drained,
store bought greetings
feelings contrived
for some sense,
unappropriated recompense,
a small coin dropped at the feet,
weakest voice intelligible,
of the poorest man imaginable

Chinese Theatre

Light the candle
and turn the handle.
Rotate clockwise,with fear,
in accordance with the sunrise,
and the time of year
The cut outs move, casting shadows and shapes,
roughly fashioned edges,frayed in disarray.
Blooded cookie cutters
for sharp edged,
uniformly pledged,
hefty wedged nutters.
I see criticism wrapped in witticisms,
snide asides writhing,
the neater the disguised feat of clothing,
the greater the need for greed and loathing

Boom Town

We advertise, with aplomb,
two thousand test explosions
since the conception of the bomb.
The stuttering of guttering lights
anger spent in haste
and cities writhe in pity
from people laid to waste.
Ballistic,
fatalistic,
intercontinental,
gone mental.
Fissile piles for the missile mile,
smiles wiped from faces
and extinct human races,
historically inept we leapt,
before we looked,
ran,
before we walked,
talked of peace,
lease expired,
leashed and mired,
in primordial knee jerks,
feeling,
and reeling,
from intrinsic fatalistic quirks.

Define divine devides

Dark beige voice tickling
corduroy vocal chords,
sides straddled,
side saddled,
brain addled,
lines blurred and muddled,
befuddled from meddling middles,
fiddles played
flow stringent liquid strings,
bringing sing song do no wrong sing alongs.
so join the pitiful throng,
adjoined,
conjoined,
sewn by sacrifice,
incoherent adherence,
solvent basted face
glued to inoffensive indefensible fences,
raised,
and too oft praised
to divides,
drawing too fine to see lines,
between what should be yours,
and what could be mine

Son,Husband,Father and Brother

The love and memories
sustain us
and entertain us
no feeling
of being bereft
he hasn't left us behind
the sweet reminders
remaining inside us
of times spent smiling
Wrapped secure
kept safe
held warm and close
those that knew him
saw him like no other
My beautiful
Yorkshire born
forever there brother

Don't Walk

A little light music,
tired of the view,sick,
to shoehorn my brain,
black leather polished,
ill thought abolished,
workplace admonished,
cup tipping from hot sipping,
another mug of tea strained.
Just another,
ugly mother,
bright,
tight fitting,
quite fitting,
supposedly fag quitting,
commute sitting day.
Pitting weary wits,
unwittingly slipping on quips,
streets greased from shoulder chips dripping of,
folk gripping handrails,
for succor from life's betrayals.
The repetition in the best tradition
of the saddest tales repeated
from words and songs depleted
of meaning.

Learning To Spell

We cuddle
as we huddle
in a puddle of tears,
facing fears
in the face of impending doom
so please,
there's Jesus to appease
 make room
for the bride and groom
Dustpans for lives wrecked
dirt left unswept by broken brooms
Household chores
demean her demeanour
if you need a lackey
then marry a cleaner
Licences for licentiousness ?
In times past a hand fast
would more than suffice
There's a lot to be said
about breaking bread
with bickering Christian thick 'uns
but I'd rather chew fat
and exchange tit for tat
with Druid -like
modern day wiccans

Playing Chicken

Don't be afraid,
I don't doubt you made the grade,
don't be aggravated or ashamed,
when they want to care,
so eat your fair share of the blame.
Draw near
and don't fear,
I'm practiced at saying everything
that I think that you want to hear,
I'll make the right noises in all the right places,
all the right sounds to all the same faces,
I'll ask the right questions
and be on your side,
tongue tied
I know my role
and say my lines without pause
or hesitation,
It's pre- ordained
and half restrained
no cause for consternation,
but
please don't ask to trade,
what lies behind my masquerade,
because I've really no idea.
I augment reality,
live a life of fantasy,
head in the clouds you see,
attempting redemption
in the hope I could cope,
with the concept
of a much better me.

Sit On It

All is and will be well
Yeah,like hell
It's a bell rung in cloisters hung with souls
It's a song sung
from a severed tongue
'O' shaped mouth distorted by the bung.
It's an eyebrow raised
in praise of bores fighting wars
But god,they say,
loves a trier,
so vote for the best or worst liar

You,kay?

I'm spoiled by,
sullied and soiled,
by and by,
by western skies
Welts
from the belts
of gold festooned goons
Grins
above seven chins,
thrown deep,
in Dale Winterns
twenty four seven supermarket sweep
Handshakes from rakes,
quaking and slaking
for higher stakes
Fingers in ears
don't hear,
a fat man shedding a tear,
that waters down,
gives cause for a frown,
his seventh
super strength beer

Sing! The Poor

Divorced cerebrally
Enforced liberally,
lost
in the contours of reality.
Twists,turns
and folds
of alternating
heat and cold
Swearing
banner bearing fealties
to highly questionable
and unreasonable contrivances
Dalliances,
midnight meets
on darkened streets,
allies
are not alliances
Words sworn
from battered books,
covers torn
No longer edited
or aligned
but credited
and unresigned
Hear the worthy wordy plea
of Mr Amos Yee