around midnight pools
ancients gazed
past the flickering,
fleeting present
peered incredulously
into the future
………..and marveled
at our ineptitude
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
........have you been taking your PILLS?"
said the DOCTOR
"are you taking the ****
said the PATIENT
are you checking your *****
said the DOCTOR
"I don't think this is right"
said the PATIENT
"you volunteered to see me"
said the DOKTOR
"can I volunteer not to see you?
said the PATIENT
"I'm sending you to see a specialist"
said the DOCTOR
"I don't want to be on any kind of list"
said the PATIENT
"I think you're depressed"
said the DOCTOR
"I think you'd better get dressed"
said the PATIENT
"I'm supposed to say that"
said the DOCTOR
"just a bit of role-play"
said the PATIENT
same time next week?"
said the DOCTOR
"if you think it will help?"
said the patient
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
my love and i go dancing
dancing in the rain
around the bells of midnight
we gamble with our pain
my love and i go dancing
dancing in the rain
amongst the dew of isis
we bed down with the grain
yes my love and i go dancing
every now and then
around the bells of midnight
the rooster and his hen
well we dance the dance of ages
we circle round the stones
we rhyme the world to reason
and catch the first bus home
yes my love and i go dancing
through the cities late at night
we dance the dance of destiny
till the early morning light
and when we've danced our two-step
we huddle in the rain
we gamble with our heartache
and then we dance again
yes my love and i go dancing
through rivers seas and clouds
we kick the mule of reason
in our tie-dye funeral shrouds
yes my love and i go dancing
every now and then
around the bells of midnight
the rooster and his hen
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
"Chooze now!.." she said in a tone that left no doubt she meant business
"Would you prefer to be scared to death or bored to death?"
A wave of panic swamped my brain as I realised
being bored to death was the scariest thing I had ever contemplated
and being scared was about the most boring thing I could imagine
"infurra penny infurra pound" sez I,
as I tickle the clutch and hug the camber……….
the GS responds with her usual throaty grunt and wiggles her tailfeathers as I rattle the cats eyes-.
The soft-bodied moths bounce off my cheeks as I hit the kill-switch and all becomes bible-black
The bike leaves the descriptive part of the hump-backed bridge and I wait for touch-down…..
I wait……….
I continue to wait………….
All is still….. somewhere far off a badger is trying to dislodge a pistachio shell from one of his nostrils by employing a series of short sneezes that sound like someone scratching vinyl…
still I wait……………….
And wait………….
The badger has resorted to cross-fading and a slight reverb but to no avail.
Time passes ……..
"Chooze now!.."
"a shooting star or a star gazer?"
the pistachio is evacuated with a satisfying "plop"
and the ground rushes up to meet the rubber………….
……………….and misses by fourteen and a half feet.
I wait…………..
And wait…………
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
Starfish we were, and golden eyed
Strings of memory, before ever we cried
Starfish we were, two snakes entwined
Coded language, divinity enshrined.
Starfish we were, Five pointed stars
from the heart of the apple, Venus and Mars
starfish we were, all connected together
fractals reduced to the vein of a feather
starfish we were, from our toes to our hands
our DNA helix in the quartz of the sands
from mountain to sea-bed and up to the stars
the heart of our matter, of how we’ve come far
starfish we were, there’s no going back
what we desire, is not what we lack
starfish we were and golden eyed
coded language, divinity enshrined
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
There's nowt round here but wasted opportunities,
two or more pushchairs constitutes community,
"no-one smiles", the badge of indignity,
the most used queue is the one for electricity
TOKENS
high-rise tenement heart-broken,
yearns for pleasure unspoken,
Daydream Tee-Vee
comfy setee
casualty
accident & emergency
........SOCIAL CLUB...
..down the "RUB-A-DUB"
DUB AN' BASS Time and place
vanish without trace in the land of the briefcase
no jobs at the coalface no room in the rat-race
selling jesus on a pillowcase
while your soul falls from grace
your light vanishes without trace
your brain starts to think............
poetry can be really depressing
especially when you're dressing
to go out to dinner
and wishing you were thinner
and wanting to be a winner
so we can have more losers
more unfulfilled consumers
the last thing you want
is a SACRED CLOWN
making you frown
bringing you down
bringing you round
with the sound
of your round
and round
the Mulberry Bush!!!
Paper money from the bark
"in god we trust", quite frank
promises the bank
of pyramids
the bank of semi-solid
promises
to the bearer
What could be fairer?
Are you a sharer?
or a failure........
to understand
the Promised Land
was always in our hands
till you took it from our care
and made us unaware
that we even owned a share
of this earthly paradise
as you rented us a slice
and told us we were mice
well! isn't that nice
to be getting advice
from the ministry of price
to suit all pockets
invested in rockets
cash crops for guns
fast food in a bun
truth on the run
beg for the crumbs
from the Vampires
from the Vulture
who design your
FUTURE
then sell you "here and now"
on an installment plan
with a final demand
for more prompt payments
for the balance outstanding
bailiffs impending
more paper lending
PROMISES THE BEARER
there could be quarer
times than this
hit and miss
jug-o-piss
just round the corner
of a windswept
tenement block
could be molten rock
or some porn-stars ****
selling you a crock
of something less
than wholesome
of something less
than Freedom
Of a product called
EMOTION-INNA-LOTION
MAJIK-POTION-PROMOTION
BRAND-LOYAL-DEVOTION
with nothing to pay
while the tides at bay
BANISHES GREY
and gets in the corners
where others cant reach
on a "holiday-brochure-beach"
with your elektronik LEASH
BLOWIN' IN THE WIND
like a flag of BELIEF
vanity steals your beauty
like a THIEF
there’s no let up
no RELIEF
JUST TASTE SENSATIONS
AND SPARKLING TEETH
0% FINANCE
and 100% GRIEF
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
( this work is livicated to the six children who will die
in the so-called "third-world in the time it takes to read it)
Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pipe
in the shanty town
as the young mothers gather round
plastic containers on the ground
listening to the drip, drip, drip
of life ebbing away
the riverbeds have all dried up
the wells are mineshafts to the past
the irrigation channels of their *******
are polluted now by the Cuckoo's Nest
the powdered-milk...the dust-bowl fields
the quotas met......the land reveals
the hand that rocks this cradle
is the one who lays the table
with "third-world" debt their able
to rob and **** and disable
as the dehydrated bodies blow away like ashes
the multi-national faschists........
with vampire banks decashes
the breast-milk of the masses
witha ****** drip, drip, drip
from the ******* of the mothers
the corporations smother....
the babies in their sleep
the cuckoo comes as a thief
with a free sample and a brief
case full of deceipt............
may I make a suggestion?
"ASK SOME QUESTIONS"
As you eat your chocolate
and drink your coffee
and smear ice-cream on your lovers body
and NESTLE down to the land of noddy
to dream of countless trucks and lorries
ferrying the cow-juice and the slurry
burning the forests in such a hurry
more cattle and cash and burn and $lash
leaves a gaping ****
in the dried-up flesh of Mother Earth
and 4000 babies every year
yes 4000 babies every year
return to the DUST....
BOWL..............BREAKFAST BOWL
CEREAL BOWL..........SERIAL KRIME
CORN and MILK spells CORPORATE CRIME
dished up for your childrens belly
in front of telly-tubby tellies
Chocolate bars and candy treats
robbed from the swollen teats
of mutated udders
whilst the cow's baby brothers
are herded into crates
and served on rich mens plates
the mothers stand and wait
and listen to the rate
of the DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
of spilt milk down the drain
the governments explain
and bury their shame
under mountains of grain
and excess champagne
and if you BEG
you get Easter eggs instead
served up by the "head"
whose saviour bled
with a steady DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
and I scream and jelly
and biscuits and cakes
make bovine mistakes
and cheesy diseases
from the milk that turns sour
reminds us every hour
of this KATTLE KULTURE HERESY
of babies dying constantly
with a DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
CAR OF THE WEEK
MAN OF THE MOMENT
GIRL OF THE MONTH
HORSE OF THE YEAR
SALE OF THE CENTURY
Better start an inventory
Check what’s missing
Hear the gas hissing
Don’t even think…..
about dissin
this lyric I’m spittin
out LAVA
TORNADO
TYPHOON
So you’ll see very soon
How strong your Mother really is!
The Question is not an answer in itself
There’s more to food than the price on the shelf
There’s more to life than hoarding wealth
There’s more to this than meets the eye
BUT WHY?
Bother with a question
Just live
On AUTO-SUGGESTION
WHY NOT?
Count, Weigh and Measure
All the things that you find
And make yourself BLIND
To the fact that this IS
“my FLESH”
that you’re BURNIN and LOOTIN
those are my LUNGS
that you’re CHOKIN with you’re SMOKIN
this is my BLOOD
that’s FLOWIN
FULLA NOXIOUS
SUBSTANCES
Whilst the Stock Market CASH
BOOM
CRASH
BOOM
CASH
CASH on DEMAND
GOLD from my TEETH
Con-sumer demand
OIL from my belly below
FUTURES DEMAND
FINAL DEMAND
Sale of the Century
Everything must go
So you know
Who you are
When you wake up
Saying “wot’s up?”
You may have to cup
A hand to your ear
So you hear
Very clear
This lyrik I’m chatting
The voice I am passing
The word of
“the MOTHER OF ALL F**KERS….
GOOD EVENING SUCKERS…!”
Time to wake up
alarm bell ringing
Fluid in my lungs
make birds stop singing
whales stop swimming
iceberg melting
Spells change
Smells strange
When viewed up close
Where the dose
Is the strongest
But strangest
Of all
Is the fall
From grace
From the bottom of the list
Of endangered species
You’ve carved niches
Genocided species
Built follies
Burnt witches
Dug ditches
Built fences
Against yourselves
Against your spouses
Within your houses
of detention
Prevention
Is better than cure
The water has to be pure
If we can be sure, what constitutes pure?
SO
Better do some catchup
Have a mental checkup
Don’t crackup
Or blowup
Or turnup LATE
For your own
Great Escape
Don’t leave it too late
Your Mother can’t wait
To have a big shake
And scratch off her fleas
And boil up the seas
A few thousand degrees
Then you’ll see
A sale of the century
Where everything goes
Up the nose
Of who do you suppose?
And whose eye will it sting
When fire I bring
From down below
My oceans
Ancient potions
Alchemical lotions
Make motions
Measured in Richter scales
Southern gales
Beached whales
Mothers wail
Another sale
Of a slave
To the rhythm of madness
To the rhythm divine
The divine intervention
The total dissection
Of my very womb
Crash
Boom crash
Boom
Closing down sale
While stocks last
Last few days
Everything must go
at the SALE OF THE CENTURY
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
The world's a funny old place
There used to exist wondrous civilisations
in south amerika, north amerika,
afrika, australia and asia
Brown eyes in asia
Brown eyes in afrika
Brown eyes in the amerikas
brown eyes in australia
Brown eyes in asia.......
In europe, old Blue eyes
with holy laws got us tongue-tied
and gave us Blue-eyed apartied
You gnow this lyrik can wright
words come out free-flight
set the "truth" alight
enough of this pirate *****
robbers and looters take fright
I am the holy grail's "white knight"
a rhyming flea-bite
the verbal gun-fight
of a poet's loaded tongue
singing the praises of the unsung
crying the cry of the dumbed-down
dissin' the excommunicated klowns
this is the patriachal showdown
religious apartied must shut down
exorcise these cabbagetowns
time to make the vampires frown
Time to make your blue eyes brown
see through your brothers eyes
read through the lines of lies
recognise the world wide spies
"Apartied is dead?"..."Mandela is free!"
but not for all aboriginees
the nomads of the desert
and the people of the trees
and every kind of refugee
I don't see no Comanche presidency
in the land of the Brave.....
.....or the land of the Free
All I see is economic slavery
and god-fearing hypocricy
a full-on global tragedy
too much HE and not enough SHE
too much US and too much THEM
divide and conquer again and again
Sanity sold by CON-men
Truth dished out by AD-men
"so help me god" AMEN
"with god on our side" AMEN
"in god we trust" AMEN
who burnt the sisters at Salem?
how did it start?...and when...
...........will it end
this truth I defend
I come again and again
check my refrain
to remain LOVE MUST REIGN
feel this and you feel no pain
to remain LOVE MUST REIGN
They've played their game
the more things change
it's always the same
using pens to rob your brain
telling us that we're insane
well here's a lie from the outsane
your system stinks like your house-drains
your blue minds are chemically stained
your self-worth's imprisoned in fear-chains
no kind of killing is humane
all prejudice is ingrained
the vultures are driving the gravy-train
supremacists carry a blood-stain
blue-eyed apartied is soul-shame
the HIStory of victors is all that remains
In the last hour 2,000 people have died of starvation......
2,000 acres of rainforest have been destroyed.....
half a ton of toxic chemicals have been released into the atmosfear
50 plants and animals have become extinct
SO!..what do you think?
does it stink?
are we the weakest link?
are we standing on the brink?
of a precipice, sheer........
......with no bottom
all our gains are ill-gotten
this system is rotten
we've all but forgotten
.......how it was before!
the slamming of your doors
can't keep me out
conscious lyrik I'll spout
we must bail out
sort the wheat from the chaffe
sort the good from the bad
let me ask you.......who's SAD?
McFreudian....Babble-onian...
seasonally adjusted BAD
Chemi-cooly...orange-juicey....SAD
INTEL-ectual-OTOMY
Psycho-monotony
Dot-com-fuckology
must catch a fire
dreaming spires......
.......and vampires
Ride the wire
we got to get higher
..............higher
higher than high
Try this for size
the slavemaster's disguise
is the mirror in our eyes
and it should come as no surprise
that life's greatest prize
is the life that you've got
yes life's greatest prize
is the life that you've got
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
At ringend on june sixteenth nineteen hundred and four
Molly opens her door
and Literate Leopold plonks his kosher black pudding into her hand
Isn't it grand
to be remembered this way?
Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children
Searching for meat on O'Connel streeet that has the tang of scented *****
The well known literate degenerates
long to have their hot-dogs stroked by baaaaaaaaaarnacles
whilst sellin' knick-nack Paddywackery of dear old ***** dumpling
How do they walk with her sausages
and inner organs of beasts and fowls?
their shanks ****** dry of whuskey on Denny's big breakfast show
Well **** your **** With a flame-grilled
samuel
becket burger
and a side order
of oscar wilde fries
"warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Flesh yeilded amid rumpled clothes.
Whites of eyes swooning up. His nostrils arched themselves for prey. Melting breast ointments.
Armpits oniony sweat .
Fishgluey slime.
Feel!
Press!
Crushed!
Sulphur dung of lions
Young! Young!
In the petri-
Pish
Pish
Pish
Dish
spitoon culture
the illiteraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaati
hold a party
"I'm a tiny tiny thing
Ever flying in the spring
Round and round a ringaring
Long ago I was king
Now I do this kind of thing
On the wing, onnnnnnnn the wing!"
Bing!
Professor Latelate Lateshow Late review
Was talking to ME…….. about yew
What do yew think of that aesthetic crew?
The opal hush poets?
The master mystiks?
The wanz thit
*** to me
in the sma' oors
o the mournin'
tae ask aboot
plains o consciousness?
They're all Barbers, says he, from the Black Country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses!
In Dublin's fine city
Where the wine bars are pretty
You can't find an ashtray
You must smoke alone.
Isn't it grand
To be remembered this way
Walking the streets and ******* the teats of the sow that eats its children?
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC