BOG OFF TO BOGNOR!

 lavatory wall prosaic

 

crazy how the few are plotting to

own the whole caboodle wars & all

while the rest are tryna save & feed

kinfolks or friends

 

who’d’ve thought it worthy that some

greedy rotten snides ensconced themselves

at the top with such impunity

summat’s not right

 

what we need’s a superhero who’ll

pull the chain that ends their smarmy rule

flush them all away & guarantee

freedom & peace

 

Jeez I’d give my yellow submarine

album cover signed by Lennon worth

thousands everyone’s got something let’s

set up a fund

 

now we know them Elgin Dust & Co

Sputin Tramps on Knotten Yahoo Jo

Bideshistime & that Australian clan

straight down the pan

 

 

 

heaven

 

everyone who’s gone

gets their very own

solar set to play

God with alone

 

as an X-Machine

you may intervene

stop & watch as life

comes into being

 

forward it reverse

speeded up or slowed

down the games you’ll play

pinkwash & go

 

politicians get

supernovas black

holes for snides & top

hatters let’s see

 

total galaxies

Magellanic clouds

thousand million stars

clustered on toast

 

 

 

ineffable

 

stacks of useless thought

drones awaiting sale

undelivered hate

mail for the cause

 

static protest march

silent cries to be

left alone & screeched

whisperings see

 

nothing but it all

totals like a hand

bomb inside a ball

ends in the stand

 

expert shot it’s owned

by the vicious crowd

held in triumph but

fails to explode

 

still the point it scores

legendary home

run or six who cares

victory to Rome

 

 

 

European psycho

 

talking extreme

mediocrity

achingly relaxed

who gives a snit

 

let them do their worst

all they’ll get from me

bald indifference vexed

posing as nix

 

while inside I boil

over like a milk

pudding pops its lid

burning the pan

 

Dora’s box is spung

from within the rage

reaches far & wide

deep as I glide

 

sweetly on my way

smiling left to right

donning nods or winks

sugar & spice

 

 

 

superhero

 

I shall not forget

the outstanding debt

lest I should regret

these are my terms

 

case of tête-à-tête

ain’t there been enough

ugliness in town

dragging us down

 

quit the past but no

bygones linger on

like a guilty child

feelings get low

 

nothing can explain

time will only heal

not reverse the pain

something remains

 

give my brother back

youse that took him I

don’t believe you’ve met

Dr McDeath

 

 

 

warsore

 

entertainment pours

treasure blood & brains

into digital

artforms while wars

 

carry on who cares

Biggles Sorts It Out

like a turkey flight

bombed from the word

 

let the blighters go

Exodus with full

compensation no

cattle trucks though

 

give those folks their home

lands or do a swop

stop invading get

back where you once

 

longed to be beneath

Jehrico its walls

tumbling down or Kiyv

ghettos on ice

 

 

 

der abschied von Shekelgrubber

 

who can tell the bell

tolls for no one but

stuff they leave behind

 

what remains is changed

having lost its hand

maid appearance wanes

 

gone intestate that

lawyers may dispute

how to share the loot

 

gold & silver plate

hoards of Süleyman

coins & heaven knows

 

stories told is all

right you are but looked

well enough their ghost

 

 

 

abject infinity

 

just because a typewiter’s

packed with faux intelligence

doesn’t make these monkeys smart

but is it art

 

fair discrimination fell

at the first extremity

robots won the human race

then came some apes

 

playing pin-ball homo-sap

veered out of context rolled

down a groove & out the back

door of the place

 

seen our planet Mate they cried

out across the ace of space

btw at least they found

God on the ap

 

everywhere between the stars

Milky Wayne & Beetle Juice

singing life had better kicked

off on a Mars

 

 

*

 

abstract art

like its pop

Cubism

sucks

people up

savours then

spits them out

whole

Jonah style

 

are they changed

on the way

no

cat can say

some agree

sculpture gets

stuck

in a rut

smack yer butt

Henry Moore

cor

 

 

 

another ab

 

laws abjuring snoot

passed The Commons strive

openly to ban

most of themselves

 

while The Lords in mock

deference vote to take

power back the crown

shall be the King’s

 

that’s the way of things

called democracy

want of better words

stymied the cause

 

shoulda been a Tom

Bowler at the crease

played the Powerball

joker takes all

 

still you gotta hand

someone else the buck

let the Poles decide

owt for a duck

 

 

 

further abs

 

birds abscond take

off whenever scared

by mistakes or fake

gunfire they’ve learned

 

humans it’s absurd

blow each other up

pretty ugly huh

AI’s the word

 

absent activists

hang around the camps

fire at night then kiss

under the lamps

 

aliens abort

D-day every year

let their lazy bums

languish in port

 

abseiling proscribed

bungee jumping too

only kicks allowed

larks in the loo 

wot no John?