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withdrawn,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.