The Stoning

I look at the passers-by and they look innocent in their guilt Or guilty in their innocence or innocent in their innocence and occasionally guilty in their guilt. Body language is a powerful tool to us to project ourselves to another without words or with if you prefer. Does the one who casts stones do it withContinue reading “The Stoning”

Rotavator vs Spade

You can tell the difference between a one footed spade attack and a horticultural rotavator. My poems tend to be of the one footed variety whereas the poems I look at and measure up with my untrained eye tend to be of the poetical rotavator variety turning over the forgotten sublime, eloquent and desire in a packageContinue reading “Rotavator vs Spade”

Death March

1234,1234,1234,1234 Trumpet blares bass drum kicks and the seats at the front allow no hiding. Polite treats combine with platitudes and sherry and middle England’s Barrow of Sorrow, brought up from the allotment where beer waters beetroot and wine shallots. I forget my plate is made of paper and it crumples in my hand showeringContinue reading “Death March”

Golem,Freak,Fool

Golem,Freak,Fool How dare you? Kid, Boy, Son Well done! Now you see what we can do to you. It’s One, Two, One Two. To our tune forever more you will march. One,Two. One ,Two. Resistance is painful. One,Two. One ,Two. We’ll Put you in gaol. One,Two. One,Two. Crucify you on nails. One,Two.One,Two. You won’t trimContinue reading “Golem,Freak,Fool”

If People Are Shooting

If people are shooting take off your helmet. If people are looting take out your wallet and hand it to a passer-by. There is no justice in karma, Let the dark side take you And be careful where you tread, lest you wake the dead The darkness can be your friend or it will driveContinue reading “If People Are Shooting”

Custody of A Soul

In the giant pigsty in the sky I have a bottle of whisky and a bottle of coke In the campsite, that is your heart Somewhere I’d like to stay and maybe Start a revolution and witness evolution and the fall of man. Sparkles shine all around shackles to our hearts bird souls flitting betweenContinue reading “Custody of A Soul”