Nif

Jocularly mock me,
please,
pull out the chocks
and defrock me you tease,
I wish you would issue,
sounds and songs of misuse,
disclosing thoughts over battles fought,
that tear,when pulled,like wet tissue.
I'm all ears,
so pour out your fears baby,
I'm not just here
to merely leer,
I think you're a beauty,
something of a cutie,
so,
flatter me,
and batter me with honest tears,
and in kind,
you will find,
that I'm fond,
and I'll respond,
by buying you at least six beers.

Autistic Artist

Flame haired Wainwright felt the pain
His mother,
the object of maternity,
with knocking at the door,
neighbors doubting his paternity,
he was hidden in a drawer
No wonder then,
as I tell,
of a man obsessed by fells,
and meticulous notebooks
shying away from familiar looks
and shouts of are you him?
Would answer,
with a whim,
yonder is the man you seek,
the one that wanders and wonders
over peaks
Not I.
A shy man,
knowing the risks,
invited onto desert island discs
replied,for his eight songs
with a known dislike
for flocks and throngs
with a love that he found
from places with  barely a sound.
Silence knows no wrongs.

Imogen Imagined

We made
 I love you signs
through panes of glass,
a woman scorned,
is a small
child mourned
Pained,
I left,
at the policemans request
Four years of memories
cherished,
no rights,
despite fights in courts
Accused
to my amusement,
of frightful acts
Repeatedly beaten down
the crown has no power
against
glowering showers
of shit
Your tiny hand
in mine,
sublime
Making you laugh
washing your hair
in the bath
At the end
let's pretend
that justice prevailed
but
hands tied
I'm thrown in the tide,
grief
clutching my throat,
after the last boat
has sailed

Imaginative Amalgamation

We're soiled
by treasonable acts
from pacts,
and spoiled
as we toil
for a reason
In Redcar by the sea,
sitting in the car
courting controversy,
a fat man in a string vest,
welcome
to the new Wild West
Seven point six two
became five point five six
a hell of a trick
aligning munitions
in the greatest tradition
of old empires,
ignoring the flaws
as we mop up the gore
for inheriting  a friends enemies,
it transpires

Swallow

Revenge,
took bites out of me,
until what remained,
unrestrained,
wrought dark desires,
from once ornate spires,
melted
and deformed,
to form weapons for liars
I'm afraid to say
it was mine in a latter day,
and I polished it
and rubbed it
to a fine old shine
But sawn offs hidden
in middens,
oiled
and buried from view,
pay testament,
mark monuments,
to the efficiency
of Spanish road construction crews

Beggars Belief Too

Please,
give now
to the homeless on our streets,
to make ends meet,
the poor folk
Im choked up with fear
they should go without beer
You,
with your greed,
just chuck them a quid
to have kids growing up
dependent on weed
Do your part
Have a care
Where's your heart?
as they stare,
comatose,
at us standing in rows
It's a flashpoint,
at the cashpoint
No change sir?
That's okay
We're only accepting notes today
C'mon,
after all they're needy
having a ball
can't you see?
Suffering and saddened
with no LCD TV

The Pute Is In

I ended the text
huddled in the remains
of cities
wrecked
with an x,
an unconscious action
as I hide
from the factions
pure reflex
I'm not responsible
quite specifically
in general
more horrifically
and take no blame
or portion
of shame
for messages sent
and kisses meant
to be planted
on the cheeks
of freaks
So I'll pen
a letter
so much better
than shaking hands
Do please understand
there's blood
on yours,
mine boils,
I'm not gay
but I'd make
an exception
in your case today
to fuck you
for your looting
turtle faced
shame and disgrace
on you
Premier Putin

I,So Elated

I'd stand and take
and shake your hand,
I'm no germ carrier and seldom cus,
but I'm reeling
from the feeling
there's a barrier between us
You're black and I'm white
You're right,
but that's not it,
you dipshit
We're in deep shit
as we sit either side
of a reinforced Perspex divide,
you on yours
me your ten past nine,
your plan for my future
doesn't tally with mine
Sign? on the dotted line?
Here, take twenty years,
what do I care?
To retire on sickness benefit,
as I slowly lose my hair

Smoke,Mirrors (etc)

Buckle yourself in
and hold on tight,
busy beavers are pulling levers
as we climb to even greater heights.
Reaching the top,
with in tail retinue,
we stop before the drop,
and admire the view.
But too soon we descend,
and we're screaming round the bends,
clutching the bar
as we're tossed to and fro,
chasing the highs
and fearing the lows,
eventually stopping
we step from the car,
to the cheers,
leers and jeers,
from erstwhile collared peers,
who look upon,
with vacant hope,
the election of a hetero pope.

En passant

I'm no stranger

to adrenaline
in favor
of chance and danger

At sixteen I made a list

of experiments

and merriments

and risks

Wondering but unspoken

about things

that would bring me

to the edge of being broken 

So I stopped the talk

and walked

Deprivation 

a well known friend

Dehydration.

Passing out

from starvation

Raw vegetables

dug up and eaten

Unbeaten still

unbreakable yet

No debts

Homelesness

isn't hopelessness 

When time

employed

to fill the void

means
weaker selves
are not shelved
but destroyed