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The Dove From Above
This is England! Where the glass is half-full and the beer is warm Where the cricket is crease worn and the diapers dry You’ll never look into his eye again you miserable squirt Until you’re face down in the dirt, mopping floors and doing dishes the english way. What a man said before he gotContinue reading “The Dove From Above”
The Mason/Dixie Line
How will I know when i have crossed? There will be a sign. If I’m on the road that is. Anyway, I live in Birmingham not somewhere in America. Unless it’s in my head. Better not say that. Mark Knopfler, Crosby Still and Nash. Not usually on my playlist but what the hell am I talking about. I listenContinue reading “The Mason/Dixie Line”
The Tube
They have their houses, I have the tube I have a grip, they have a grip; it’s the same but that’s where the difference ends and the similarities begin We eat, we cry we are loonies upstairs We shed, we try and tell little white lies And when it’s all over we like to haveContinue reading “The Tube”
My German Artery
Outre Villiers Rather shocking Half life, half movie From A to zygote Mesmerizing My Femoral Artery
Out of Shielding Poem
Out of shielding at last ‘Out?: she asked with a gasp. I think you’re being deliberately obtuse For it’s not my mouth that been out of use It’s the pubs that are closed and the dentist too No more people asking to use the loo We’ve been busy during our shielding Doing decorating and jobsContinue reading “Out of Shielding Poem”
FMCG
Buoyed up by abbreviations and a sense of only apathy I wander to gaga Send them into space at speed and imagine they are treated like some alien race The talking bed who only speaks terrestrial The kettle that only boils The toaster on a short fuse Perhaps one day they will learn how toContinue reading “FMCG”
Water From Wine
Ignoble journey from magazine to rack.
Asleep In The Club
Up before dawn to line up outside the raining shining hard on the pavement Did I forget something or is it my brain? Skyscraper babies Cloning of our lives Ourselves mere reflections of a consumer society gone wrong, consuming itself like a phage virus spitting out excretions of individuality to be consumed like cupcakes boughtContinue reading “Asleep In The Club”
A Sand Shark
A lost man, a sad man a shallow man, a bad man a quiet man, a shy man a funny man, a queasy man Which man? A sharp knife, a bread knife a paring knife, a life knife a David bowie knife, tonight wife(knife) a porcupine, a schnitzel a Pop! goes the weasel a morning,Continue reading “A Sand Shark”
