Nasties.

In old folks homes
do Nazi's roam
stealing park benches
in Post Office queues,
complaining of Jews
in queues into Kew
for lots they once drew
no choice
did they voice
where birds no longer sing
fog like gunsmoke lingers
where fingers interlaced,
lovers and mothers embraced,
where wire
and fire
combined to make pyres
shoes counted and paired
hair shorn
uniforms worn
and races torn.

Trust adjustment.

In libraries,
scriberies,
scholastics perform gymnastics,
lies reside inside,
alongside childrens rhymes,
and moral crimes,
words removed by governmental guidelines,
dates changed,
fates chained,
events erased,
replaced and ill fated,
revised and updated,
defamed generals fade away,
dinner on a serving tray,
in nursing homes
where nurses comb
the grey on bald and shining domes,
dethroned
bemoaning the abyss
the plunge
into the precipice.

Eat this.

Turned on telly's,
big fat bellies,
bite size,
the right size for fat thighs
and mini pork pies,
Ginster widows,
through minster windows,
bemoan their woes
in chosen roles,
with butter,
they utter,
and extra clutter,
all the better with batter,
and fatter
no matter,
cos Hello's new diet,
will fix it,
so try it,
feeling peckish
we deep fat fry it
with chips
while bips
on the monitor
grow slow.

Boire,fume

Nine months of hard walking,
through cities and villages chalking,
my name on foreign walls,
tall tales heard
from the patter of rain squalls,
sleeping is cheap
under bushes deep in undergrowth,
I don't complain
but walk alone,
shaking hands in unknown lands,
the magnitude
of my gratitude knows no bounds,
to strangers
and unseen dangers,
food given,
drink shared,
by caring shabby long haired
street sovereigns,
princes,
queens and kings,
sitting in parks after dark,
sharing,
tearing loaves in half,
an equal division,
a vision to tired eyes,
blistered feet,
burning city streets,
newspapers found,
telling stories of wars,
boring tories,
football scores,
debates by delegates,
and beaten down doors,
paper insulates,
when stuffed down your trousers mate,
benches await amid wild screams,
our grateful dreams.

A Jar.

Half left open doors
tell stories,
partly heard sentences,
building pretences,
fixing faces,
expected tasks creating masks,
whispers in bedrooms,
don't leave me with much room,
twisting and turning for space,
half embraced,
a shame and disgrace,
potential unfulfilled,
parade square drilled,
condemnation and a desperation,
formed from scores unsettled,
insult embattled,
encumbered by weights,
demonstrating defamation,
etching patience on the slate
with a scribe,
pointed end scratching,
door softly unlatching,
troublesome stubble erasing childhood,
sanding skin
like poorly finished wood,
abraded,
erases traces of self,
toys put away for another day,
robots may exist
in souls of those we'd fight to resist,
fists raised,
bruised rage,
turning of pages in books half written,
but shat on and bitten,
far too soon
by the light of a blood red moon 

Of Ducks,and Drunken Fucks.

Mallards and dullards,
feathers and blow hards,
frequenting city parks,
squawking,
larking,
puking in the dark,
hiding in rushes,
shitting in bushes,
strewn with beer cans
by hands demanding,
grasping,
remonstrating passers by,
bread thrown,
and head thrown back,
emptying tins,
chins glistening,
gin christening,
pissing in the gutter,
muttering gluttony
and mutiny,
under PCs close scrutiny,
disturbing the great British dogging community.

Variations.

Its neither hot,
nor cold,
never bought,
and rarely sold,
not deep or even shallow,
not heaven,
or a shadowed hallow,
not seen,
or heard,
or curtailed by words,
no colours would describe,
no shades or shapes
drawing defining lines,
no weight or mass,
or clouds of gas,
no delineation,
no beginning,
no cessation,
created and orated by,
those who stand
and wonder why,
despite the chaff
and stuff to buy.

Dales fairytales.

Once upon a Yorkshire time,
black faced whites stood on the line,
eye to eye with uniforms,
horses trudging,
pushing and shoving
but not budging,
truncheons bludgeoning,
blood spilled in playing fields,
not yielding,
folk gave food
like when the V2s came,
only the dates have changed,
blame passed like a parcel,
each morsel consumed
by red cheeked buffoons
sat in capitals,
chopping with large knives
our lives,
livelihoods and neighbourhoods,
ginnels and snickets,
whilst dads on pickets,
fought,of course
what we're taught,
is a system made legal by violent use of force.

Nemesis.

To be slain and flayed,
skin tattered and battered,
jaded soul faded,
debts unpaid,
credit status upgraded,
worries allayed,
traded for gear,
tears tattooed on faces,
DHSS queued,
copy of a copycat,
gobby
lobby
autocrat,
bob a job,
two bit slob,
walmart robbing,
high st gobbing,
people stabbing,
jabbing veins throbbing,
mobs lobbing bricks,
sticks beating ,
people bleeding,
while newspaper reading folk
crack jokes,
at the expense of the poor,
in the present tense,
tragic scenes in glossy magazines.

Waits.

Grammes,
ounces,
pounds,
groaning sounds
from next doors flat,
scurrying rats,
turf wars,
scores evened,
tensions eased,
lesions lanced,
advance payments of social grants,
chancers,
Soho belly dancers,
night buses,
streets bleeding rain,
cats hissing,
piss in the streets,
girls kissing in heat,
getting beat,
backstreet hugging,
beer chugging,
mugger buggering,
thug loving,
law bending,
tender loving,
boundaries and ties,
do rights and do wrongs,
dying lights,
and sadly sung protest songs,
fact and fiction co-incide,
lines are blurred,
lies revised,
folk chastised for smoking outside,
poisoned products,
chemically blocked tear ducts,
chemicals for weekday thrills,
oil spills,
black billed gulls,
obligatory badger culls,
striped coats sullied,
high court judges bullied by fat wives.