further snarling at the heels

 incoming

 

you go slavia & I’ll bane

ya for Batman shall return

as The Idiot who calls

PASSPORT CONTROL

 

Channel surfers welcome on

board you’ve reached the favour pitch

tea & biscuits bite of tongue

PASSPORT CONTROL

 

word of humour mind the gap

border farce requirements state

only stateless dummies pass

PASSPORT CONTROL

 

sign this coupon Slave you dig

fifteen years plus overtime

wanna see your kids before

PASSPORT CONTROL

 

petrol heads on Zodiacs

caught the series then you’d know

half of Brits would fail this test

PASSPORT CONTROL

 

 

 

a stool under the fig tree of heaven

 

our redeemer lives

settles up on time & thanks

all her fools in turn

 

plus she weeps in coin

bearing Caesar’s head & saves

at the Bank of Rome

 

when her spirit wafts

through the belltower at our church

people clutch their hats

 

woah we can’t have that

yes you do I got this chit

from the Holy Ghost

 

pay the bearer cash

on the nail or by this toast

shall ye turn to dust

 

 

 

the four toffs

 

silly season held

up by equestrians not

the apocalypse

 

though with famine war

pestilence & climate change

some analogy

 

as a music hall

act they neither top the pops

nor upstage the Proms

 

rule Britannia they’d

huff & puff the house like cards

given half a chance

 

secret ballot off

course accounting scandal turf

wart to end all warts

 

 

 

another gunk rime

shooterless

guns at corner shops

garages

shopping malls

pubs & takeaways

all controlled

by CCTV

you’d have thought

no it seems

just like cars that drive

by themselves

they decide

who in hell gets shot

crooks look out

 

rudderless

schools of fish without

bicycles

shooting sticks

clever mobile phones

or indeed

verified

fish identities

swan about

upside down

as illegals who

gives a damn

anyroad

going down the pan

innit like

 

what we need’s

bring the oligarchs

back the rich

House of Lords

feudalism top

hats & tails

men of mean

blokes in Hansom cabs

calling time

Friday nights

no more drinking up

room for doubt

not a shout

plain authority

seconds out

 

 

 

modern post

 

read the garbage I have wrought you jest

grammar never was my selling point

such dishonest words make better sense

shaken & stirred

 

literally it’s cocktail time my dear

here’s a stool though if you’d rather not

never mind be off & take your books

early to bed

 

me I seldom get the chance to dwell

much beyond a phrase but black & white

photographs with captions underneath

keep me engaged

 

overheard remarks you comprehend

ear worms in leitmotif I store

up but seldom use my locker room’s

full to the brim

 

getting down to basics then you want

action sound & fury also soft

porn some triumph failure plus a war

nailed on the door

 

 

 

porno post

 

arching guns

curve of sword or bow

hold the line

penetrate

or surrender by

selfie pose

never stare

closing eyes you feel

frozen mitts

clamped around

your munitions pile

take it down

let it in

whole or bitesize nips

vision on

 

 

 

just desserts

 

Tapioca Flo

sickened by the clientèle

rounding off her show

 

who d’you think I am

Florence quipped then groaned

Aunty Uncle Sam

 

stomping off she tripped

landing right between the aisles

perfect timing mind

 

mingled in & then

never seen round here again

disappeared she did

 

some have said she wed

Semolina Jed that died

heart attack in bed

 

 

 

beachcombing on The Dingle

 

never mind

Richard Starkey’s drum

sticks no wild

cards the house

now museum still

stands above

Liverpool

Docks & Harbour Board

Land reclaimed

from the sea

donkeys’ years ago

on the sly

by the bye

Ringo’s bedroom yours

B&B

 

 

 

sauceboat politics

 

some people have while others do not

what’s the key to happiness you got

time enough then sip your blessings no

heat on the spot

 

make a new acquaintance every day

do your national obligations ship

out with strangers starboard home as friends

drink as a judge

 

don’t get sloshed on Mondays keep abreast

handy case authenticity calls

no one lost their job at IBM

period’s all

 

roll in wearing trainers t-shirt jeans

quit the upskirt racket kid go pop

eyed at lesbians & queens they love

turning on heels

 

finally don’t end up in disgrace

always have a reason or excuse

plus stay cool with intellectual

cripples & fools

n'attaboy!