All Washed Up

hustings fun

 

smells of fairground food

doughnuts popcorn hot

dogs with onion bread

hamburgers fries

 

orangeade in beer

mugs you gotta try

knickerbocker cor

blimey the size

 

vomitoons aside

Savoy truffle hell

skelters far & wide

there goes the bell

 

now the gloves are off

Elon Musk has stuck

bubblegum in some

Wurlitzer cars

 

yeuch my party dress

ruined I’m concussed

out of pocket just

show me the bus

 

 

solidarity with soft fruit

 

2 bananas hiding in a pair of owl

socks while carrot-tops upturn their owner’s flat

make a solemn pact to fight for yellow fruit

rights with a blood oath

 

skinny suits which started out an olive hue

should they peel connections off to heritage

strings of sage & onion round their pretty necks

promising brave deeds

 

yet they cower while the vegan fascists pull

rifle through & smash the ticky-tacky drawers

toppling wardrobes then defenestrating all

down into Broad Street

 

who or what will rescue them the Food Police

that’s a laugh authority won’t intervene

barring human lifeforms on the line they’ll stand

tittering no joke

 

yes their only hope’s that folks believe in them

cross-bred greens like quasi-tropical legumes

refugees deserving empathy not words

converts to our side

 

 

time for bed Jed

 

half a mo

Jo next time

get a go-

go

 

take the wrong

stuff & back

down the left

track

 

Jack both feet

on the gas

radio

off

 

jumping Jeez

chalk’n’cheese

wars let’s get

home

 

stick your coat

Up Pompeii

dig the ref

Ref

 

 

trump trump trump

 

what’s your object not to rouse

national sentiments or love

but to shatter & fragment

music my nose

 

violins can never right

wrongs against this circus song

stifle trumpets muffle drums

strike down the band

 

fighting music on its own

terms won’t work you gotta like

deconstruct that mass appeal

starting with tunes

 

klaxons gunshots fall of bombs

lorries braking accidents

babies screeching arguments

amplified bums

 

then instead of counterpoint

play the bloody lot at once

don’t repeat at intervals

everything goes

 

 

guilty as hell

 

less than half this height

how a devil would

occupy my head

sorry for that

 

took me umpteen years

countless big mistakes

wrestling for control

still having fits

 

once I burped no words

stomach curdling air

right in someone’s face

what did she think

 

self forgiveness no

difference let the side

down a lifetime’s shame

just for the crack

 

talking grave misdeeds

here I’ve stamped on rats

vegetarian

hypocrite pest

 

 

comment ain’t free

 

lift your tail when letting go

said a horse to anyone

that’d listen but the truth

never came out

 

strict equestrians

smile because it’s true

laughing though’s taboo

actors say corpse

 

while your clever clogs

is the rider who

blinkered deaf & dumb

trots in reverse

 

universal shame

nosebags all they say

meet their Vindaloo

torching of barns

 

veni vidi vici Dick

nuff to make Tom Cobley cry

foul no bloody worries Cock

horses reply

 

 

summer horror

 

stench of rusty iron pipe

bloody come to nuzzle it

damp beneath my hands & knees

crawl to the hall

 

floorboard splinters aging wood

slanted shafts of daylight slit

through a haze of hanging dust

hot as you like

 

dirty broken leaded lights

smoking in the dazzling gloom

let this radiation in

god knows what for

 

try to turn the old brass door

knob it sticks a quarter way

round and so the grown-up way

won’t let me through

 

maybe just as well a loud

buzzing sound strikes up outside

fifty million insects all

sawing as one

Not if I Sawed You First!