Tuesday, 1 January 2019

Sunday morning rants

shots at karaoke


search for tropes like ships that cross the lines

loaded with assorted porcupines

or the night you wrestled crocodiles’

tears for wiles


raped by Angel Gabriel might do

too much meat about already though

rocket man says planet earth is blue

he’s gotta go


intertexting did the rounds in France

Rimbaud’s arse was duly covered there

underneath sophistication bare

Grecian urn dance


fake I-D’s the real alternative

who is you on social media

wash tattoos & don’t put what ya live

4’s easier


playing ghost to Lady Gaga’s host

beats instagraming poems by post

kindly way of saying get your cost

down or get lost

 


Sunday morning rant


worlds impossible as double oh

seven's where destruction plus the death

toll suspended by their tales disguise

painful truths about the place we know

horror ain't so bad don't hold your breath

fifteen minutes later comes a prize

adverts cups of char words to the wise

notwithstanding trips on crystal meth

few of us will ever get to know

courage strong enough to have a go

seldom since the age of Good Queen Beth

has the role of fiction been but lies

told to make us hate the other side

trouble is reversing Planet Earth

backs the clock into binary mode

life ticks by for us as doing time

sleep till six or ten we rise & shine

do our jobs return disposed resigned

argue only if & when some damn

fool has blocked our driveway with his van

then there might be fisticuffs or hand

him stroke her why not a weighty tome

full of rules to make them feel alone

ignorant of leafy suburbs coned

dunce & cornered learned their lesson from

us for this is how we deal with John

Nik or Lesley whatsyourname I'm Bond

James to none but some pneumatic dame

this my Aston Martin gaze in vain

ours an empire that has never waned

that's impossible you cry so then

war has done the rounds & London town

left in smoky ribs of rubble lives

on if underground we barbie cats

fat or not whatever Possum says

diamond dogs with rodents as dessert

kids we swop for rags at bring & buy

auctions clubs of vigilantes cops

murderers & thieves go dig their turfs

oldies who had sooner died insane

scoff their hoarded meat & veg from tins

slit the throats of anyone who calls

seen it all before you say so what

when imagination grabs your balls

why deny it fiction's got the lot

ain't no way escaping from the plot

stuff your rucksack with begotten loot

take the submarine or use your feet

face it sister only route is out

side reality you cosmonaut

crashing through the interstellar gate

landing back on Earth one Friday night

speak the lingo drink enough to float

past your pals & pull in Pizza Hut

make your own movie & star in it

matters not how old you are or fat

everyone looks sexy on the set

line your pockets is the only point

find a puppet damson-eyed & pert

take their arm & strut your stuffy part

tell you what to let us off the hook

take it back to when we read the book

movies never did do justice look

twice at Tinker Bell & see the joins

left by Pan who squandered sacks of pains

pulling wings off angels for their pins

read between the lies & truth will out

Wendy should have sewn her eyelids shut

now the boot is in get off my foot

only thing they ever wrote is true

nothing stinks like sniffing contact glue

rots your brain you'd better try a screw

fairy tales on wingèd chariots

spears of bronze that glint with seven watts

nuff to read by days off sipping shots

 


all washed up


cheated in a foreign restaurant

charged for sitting at a table not

all that drunk the hours passed away

45 years


what's it mean to take a breather now

me no lingo Officer a Brit

diggit I suggest we compromise

45 years


don't believe it seems like yesterday

cycled half the way still got the clips

bread & cheese the wine was cheap my youth

45 years


you'll remember me I took a shine

Marie France a holiday romance

said we'd never last & true enough

45 years


pocketful of change is all no cards

tell you what just let me get my breath

do the dishes if there's any left

45 years
 

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