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Joe Nov 2017
Shinkansen baby
Whizzing across the
Land of the rising sun

Bullet train baby
Shooting straight through
The heart of Japan

What was that blur
Causing such a stir

It's the Shinkansen baby.
Joe Nov 2017
'We' are in uproar
'We' being the Anglo Americana Axis
'The West' if you will
Our uproar, this time
Russian election meddling
Now of course the yanks and brits
Have clean hands and
Every right to sit atop
Their lofty mule
'We' follow the rules
No backhand games in Africa, Iran
The entire Middle East
Not that 'We'll' admit at least
No, for now it's uproar
The West's sizeable stallion rears up
At the sly old bear
Who is stealing our tricks
Joe Sep 2017
Á tort et á travers

Appeler un chat, un chat
Attraper le cou

Terne
Le pigeon
J'etais le pigeon

Juppe á été le pigeon de Chirac chat
Faire le malin

Pupil
M'a posé un question

Lacune .Lit
La raquette
Le racket
Bat paddle

Je m'en bats les couilles
Joe Sep 2017
Breathing, imagining
All those other lungs
Those nitrogen and oxygen molecules
Have visited before they enter mine

Joseph Pujol
Star attraction
Moulin bouge
19th century French flatulist
Trumpet
La marseillaise
Bottom

Devil's bargain
Genuinely eerie
Ultra casual language
Hilltop finca in southern Spain
Predictably their love life
Soon turns sour
Joe Sep 2017
LondonParisNewYorkToronto
BristolManchesterBrightonOxford
Helsink­i Casablanca.

The salubrious docks in the east
Prevailing westerlies pushing clouds to the crowds
All blue collar no trousers
Hot air

The eastward drift
a spiralling pattern of deprivation
Emerging from a grubby core
Joe Sep 2017
I went for the wine
I stayed for the cheese
We just want you to be happy
We're so eager to please

Everyone's so affable
It's nigh on ****** laughable
So I do

So cool and well adjusted
Eating artichokes with mustard
I laugh hot wet laughs

Amongst the dry dry dry dry
Dry whites
Joe Sep 2017
Cafe cheveux echecs
bon dimanche bien les mecs
pas un jour pour les miserables
en plein soleil trop a l'aise

The afrojazz that plays at the
entrance of the synagogue
that's the mood

There is a complete
lack of colour
Behind an ancient
Pillar we scheme
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