23 December 2018
The Final Bulletin
Glad Rag
and
Mouse Trap
were here for a while
they just came by
to ring my bell
and drink my tea
they had cloth and candles
and were all kitted out
for the final big bulletin
the news was sadly
postponed indefinitely
nothing will happen
during prime time
no-one will stem
the systematic
appropriation
of the factual
all elected officers
will report to mommy
there’s been a spill
much milk was shed
some were crying
others laughed
a mixed bag
of metaphors
escaped into the crowd
Glad Rag and Mouse Trap
were first among them
.
5 November 2018
Shades
23 October 2018
Drenched
I saw the whole thing coming
there's no explaining some things
22 October 2018
Universal
19 October 2018
Casey Jones
down between
the railway tracks
amidst the newts
and the sticklebacks
dead monuments
to industrial might
gather shadows
deep as night
in the kingdom
of heavy rust
where empires bloomed
then turned to dust
the bindlestiffs
and feral types
come out to play
in the dread of night
only to fade away once more
before the breaking day
there are ghosts
they boast
in these old yards
in shallow graves
that no-one guards
where evil deeds
lie undiscovered
beneath the weeds
where their cries
were smothered
.
13 October 2018
Monkey Business
some slipped away incognito
others turned sour their cream
had curdled I don't give a fuck I had a good time I got my own monkey business and a boneyard for my bygones what's buried there is buried real deep and locked up tight so it don't bring me down I live in the now it's the only space left me and I like to make hay while the sun still shines
12 October 2018
Solitary
the threat of silence eternal
will not drive me
into the arms
of honorific whores
who perform gratis
acts of quiet desperation
in the hopeless quest
for something more substantial
.
I'm a solitary instrument
who keeps his own council
I'll never impart my sorry tale
to another living soul
I buried my burdens deep
but I watch them all the while
for there are promises I keep
and promises I deny
.
11 October 2018
Daisies
Hangover
we’re running low on drinks
this party’s hit the doldrums
and as the morning sinks
we godless frozen forms
pitch headlong into ashtrays
and empty bottles counted
then recycled in the telling
like the evidence that’s mounted
in the stories you’ve been selling
so paint me black in tales of woe
and fabricate the reason
to justify the fatal blow
and your final act of treason
.
9 October 2018
Mandy
3 October 2018
Insatiable
I shed a score
every time
I went
to the well
soon I was skint
and the well was dry
those are the dues
owed the
golden monkey
when your appetites
outstrip your means
and gluttony
obscures your reason
.
2 October 2018
The Final Link
I seen you in your big boots
threshing out your grapes of wrath
you only harvested bitter fruit
from your black vineyards
but you could never touch me
or the dope that I had stashed
even then I knew too much
to take your shit to heart
.
they say the sins of the father
are meted out to his sons
I guess you merely did
what own father had done
but that shit stops right here
I won’t let it go on
if I’m a link in that bloody chain
I’ll be the final one