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RJP May 16
Hospitable welcome exploited.
There's a colonial scent in the hotel
And they say Islamists are peadophiles

The mirror on the borderline dictates fate:
Err we’re not letting them in!
Meanwhile

Our guys are innocent its fake news.
Meanwhile
Faces harden into hurting for a life

Time wastes away any life they might’ve met,
The shining bill that got them into bed
Perpetually puts it all to bed.

The Naked Emperor
Switches the lightswitch:
Dark abyss dark abyss  

Float into the sky
Submerge in a cloud
Watch Judith merrily

Chat to Aristotle
About the beauty of flies
That ripened your summer street air.

Ignore the clog of your throat.
Struggle struggle struggle for breath
Breathless sound whispers
That word:
RJP May 16
Walking along the lake at night under influence of k easy to lose one self in the dark or float into the lake screens scream tourist attraction geese follow
Empass into land into dark into grassy knols into questioning lights still on a silohuette of a great tower block in his hidden in the dark
I shouldn't have left my k at home
RJP May 16
MEANWHILE EVERYONE SCREAMS
THE ROYAL BABY’S HERE
BUT I CHECKED THE HOSPITAL
THEY’VE GOT A TONNE WHICH ONE
NOT THAT ONE OR THAT ONE
NO NO THE SON AND DAUGHTER PARENTS MOGUL TITANS
THE BABY WITH THE TRUST FUND
THAT SURPASSES VENEZUELA'S NATIONAL INCOME
THE COUSIN *******, SORRY THAT’S A BIT BASE
SOME WOULD SAY CLICHE
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
THAT HOME COUNTY OLDER THAN BEING BLUE, ME OR YOU,
THE BLOOD COURSING THROUGH THE DRY SOIL IS THEIRS SUPPOSEDLY
GREEDY BUSHES KEEP POPPING UP DUCHESS
THEY DON’T GIVE ME FRUIT
SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE A LOOK FOR THE GRAIN SUPPLIES
MEANWHILE EVERYONE (I’m looking at you BBC) SCREAMS.
RJP May 7
Dawn a constant drunk, waves modernity on,
Nights in purple doze, while head in rags’ sat,
Mind pats window pane, sky occupied, flat
Hangs the figures that push plague, condensation
Outside is hugged in damaged and breathless car park clots.

Close the arriving scenes depress, far and close by,
Screaming seagulls sing dreams scattered wide,
Cuts the closing of now yesterday’s hope
Soul-bruise rates sit low tonight.

Danger plays path fields bedsheets house
Graceful clock plays dropped fate in loft
Echos hand by hand  between beams
Downstairs door lock snapped atoms ring
Floorboards creak quake trepidatious
Eyelids meet strange death amusements
Waiting gun hyped howls air tight
Rail, tracks, interrupted delight.
Metrical rework of earlier poem
RJP May 6
Ah
I’ve needed a **** for four hours
And haven’t had it
I’ve lobbied for the day to be cancelled
But no-one's writing back
The Ache playing on the grass outside
Refuses to let up
In bed still, I refuse to get up.
RJP May 4
I think I've got a tapeworm
Rustling round in intestine bushes
The little body hedge being slinked about
Food supplies gnawed at by sneaky rats
Vein boxes watch in cold quiet slats
Who's that
Worming around in the water
Who's that happening cat gobbling up the drip-drap-drop
Coming down through the gob

I think I've got a tapeworm learning how to cave traverse through my coarsing plains
No veins?
No intestines
Big or small
Large or minute
Minute by minute coverage but the pictures crackled and noises muffled
Of course they are they're coming through
Body mass that's covered in a mask
A mask? That's new to mention that
Is it? I thought I had from the start
Didn't I tell you

I think I've got a tapeworm.
Every minute should be pronounced as if it were tiny, slim, small and generally insignificant in size
RJP Apr 23
I saw a fox
Do some foreign trot
Hop tee hop into a Waltz
With some bin
Oh how they spin
Ring 'o' Roses round eyes and noises
Stroke his fur baby
Grab hold of those paws
That great orb spins down
I frown, that don't look right
Fright! I spit and taste the floor
Fallen over into the gutter
With no prospect to recover
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