long live The Dead

without prejudice

 

Coronation shot

wears the crown with safety pins

rules Britannia smiles & waves

guarded by a gang of skins

headbutts no slaves

 

gave the world a pair of sons

bosom friends get knighthoods lords

ship for loads of extra runs

cricket my words

 

left Diana took his mum’s

part she stooped to clearing mines

till she tripped on one then crumbs

scene of the crime’s

 

muddied called Inspector Morse

even he said stately homes

not my cup of char the curse

too many rooms

 

still the theme of palace wars

playing out on Amazon’s

rival bid to seize the throne’s

par for the cause

 

 

letters of mark

 

whaling ships tie caution to the mast

though their mariners be sick & wet

island hops cross deep-sea waters harm

no one except

submarines in fur or blubber coats

zooming sleepy seals & Moby Dicks

with the swell so high they think it safe

wait till your row

boats turn up & grizzly men harpoons

at the ready stick them while they snooze

then suspend & flense their bodies boil

off the rewards

says a lot about the human cause

burning nature’s finest midnight oil

bright enough to read & write or seal

skin watertight

blokes exploring distant shores before

steaming home to pen adventure books

damn the cheek of authors hang their pink

corpses on hooks

 

 

after the math

 

calling Diane Abbot one

piece of racist scum who’s left

Jesus Christ the Holy Ghost

God on their throne

 

as a priest with 3 i-ds

I’ve been gifted faulty sight

can’t tell grey from black & white

readheads or blondes

 

note my spelling too it’s old

nothing to investigate

there I’d suffer Marilyn’s

company’s all

 

now you know I’m positive

check me out or chuck the same

difference rules she don’t belong

neither do we

 

tryna get your head around

stop it’s only us against

kings & queens & all their gang

ten to the enth

 

 

city bumpkin talk

 

deadcat kills 7 pacifists Jeez the kinder folk you get round here Leonard Cohen cringed in effigy not exactly bunny rabbis but the odd dog collar looks hardly outta place drunken Catholics sober Hindus Lefty Voodooists Decommissioned Idol Worshipers Buddy Satnavs Iconoclasts incense burning sport socks sellers shifty Shiites Sunny Jims owl Proddy puffin-hats plus sundry Non-Denominal Demi-gogs your correspondent Zonk Pifflesquate has spoken off on this in his current affairs broadcasts or giveus News At Thirteen O’clock Mein Herr just some ideas slung together for sponsorship deals on Broadcast Lies notwithstanding identical twits positioned at opposing ends of the political perspective maybe your devil maybe your lord as many uptight dudes declare at 10 to 1 it’s odds-on you bet

dreaming of electric shambles

once upon a woodland dump

fallen robots lay

faulties propped against the stumps

whirring time away

write-offs piled in salvage clumps

blind to night & day

where the toads & crickets jumped

miracles did play

out their endgame beaten chumps

death could never slay

burnt out circuits rusted pumps

short on DNA

 

 

Tinnitus Androidicus

 

see it’s like the background noise

engines make at altitudes

jetting off for paradise

kettle of boils

 

can you hear me Mother no

well perhaps you’re going deaf

too a wound up body clock

wronging of bells

 

Irish over shaken rocks

ocean ripples underground

shoaling drones that duck & dive

thundering bulls

 

meat weighed out in decibels

ninety peaking ninety-five

muffs give no protection keep

taking the pills

 

eh you think it’s funny great

balls of ice vibrating all

day & night for pity’s sake

preying like bills

 

 

death cult quips

 

wasn't Elvis shot

why you’d think they had

just as much to pot

out of him dead

 

reading signs is all

whether Lennon got

karmic justice gets

stuck in me head

 

have a heart they sang

danced about & made

teenagers go wild

jealousy see

 

still the king lives on

Coronation Street

too the walls of tombs

musical nudes

 

what became of them

where they slaves or priests

stars on afterlives

harpies of hip

 

 

Hooey & the Carbon Newts

 

what’s a living force

other than the pulse

of the universe

 

inorganic hey

nothing wrong with Non

Plussed of Milky Way

 

never having loved

doesn’t mean they’re left

off the shelf of life

 

take a lump of rock

from another world

on the mantlepiece

 

tells no time but hell

neither does the clock

till ya winds it up

 

 

the insecticides

 

natural curiosity

was a disaster for the

ant community whose nest

kiddies had found

 

all the gang joined in before

long 11 hundred pins

scrambled up their kecks & screamed

leave us our home

 

still the den was soon exhumed

while its precious hoard of eggs

did as food for greedy hens

so much was learned

 

plus that ants don’t stand a chance

up against determined kids

long the Siege of Anthill reigned

over their games

 

till some Russian soldiers came

rooting through the gangster’s lives

might’ve called it Ants’ Revenge

had they survived

No Offence!