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352 · Dec 2017
Untitled
Joe Dec 2017
Using my lips as a straw
I encourage the coffee
Inside me
The coffee doesn't need much
Encouragement having lain
In wait for this moment
His entire life

I'd like to raise a toast
Raise the roof
Wait for the dough to rise
Wait for the proof

I'd like to make a toast
Raise of misspelt sunlight
Rising early with the ****
Rising for the joy
Pure joy
329 · Jul 2017
Franchement
Joe Jul 2017
The park is full of sheep-dogs
Who have been retired for generations
A drunken bench dweller
Offers a freshly married couple
His congratulations

Mazda, le chanteur fou
Fais tres attention a les francais
Lire Balzac    / franchement
Fais tres attention a la *******

Slow Joe of Place Sathonay
Roadside raconteur with a previous wife
Watches the afternoon's petanque
From eyes in the wall
328 · Sep 2017
eastward drift
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
306 · Jan 2023
Joyce
Joe Jan 2023
She lived out her entire life in Manchester
Except for a few exotic months
When she fell in love

She followed that love down to Australia
But missed her dear old mum
And came home to take care of her

As far as I know she never saw that love again
And she never stopped taking care of her mum

She’d tell me tales of late night
Trams missed in Blackpool
Sent away on trains amidst the blitz
And later nights out dancing at the Ritz

Sometimes she’d be talking to me
Sometimes my Dad
Sometimes her brother Joe
I wasn’t bothered

She could talk to me for hours
All I’d need do is brew the tea

I loved her
And I’m grateful she loved me
289 · Aug 2019
Boris Johnson is PM
Joe Aug 2019
Boris Johnson is PM
I beg your pardon
Come again?
Boris Johnson is PM

Let’s assume that I’ve misheard
What I’m hearing sounds absurd
I can’t believe a single word
Boris Johnson is PM

Boris Johnson is PM
Calm yourself, count to ten
Close your eyes, read it again
Boris Johnson is PM

I implore you please say you misspoke
Is this some cruel disheveled joke?
Democracy gone up in smoke
Boris Johnson is PM

Boris Johnson is PM
Watermelon smiles in number ten
Chant it to the garden bridge and back again
Boris Johnson is PM
Boris Johnson is PM
Boris Johnson is PM
I know that it is hard to swallow
But chin up Blighty let us not wallow
It is with further great regret
I must inform you of his cabinet...
283 · Nov 2017
Shinkansen baby
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.
281 · Aug 2017
In common
Joe Aug 2017
Don't wait till middle age
To have a crisis
Keep trying to express yourself
The world is waiting like a hungry baby

We met on the common
Amongst discarded blue lightbulbs and
Loose change
It quickly became clear we have
Nothing in common
The fair had moved on long ago
So had we.
281 · Sep 2017
hot wet laughs
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
281 · Aug 2017
The cows made me do it
Joe Aug 2017
I recently decided to try my hand at being one of those peskytarians
I wasn't completely sure what had finally prompted it
Until, enjoying a lie in one
Monday morning
I noticed how clear
The mooing of the cows was
Drifting through my open window
I realised they must have been asking me to give it a rest on the whole eating them thing
So if any cows happen to be reading this then rest assured
Moossage recieved loud and clear
There'll be no beef past these lips
You have my word
275 · Dec 2016
Apéro chez Yves
Joe Dec 2016
Apéro chez Yves
Towards place de jacobins I weave
On parle à batons rompus
You envy me, I envy you
Les yeux honnêtes de votre femme
Invite me in to join her clan
Du piano vous tirez la voix de Brahms
I recline, completely charmed
C'est aussi doux que vous, ce muscadet
No finer way to pass a day
Qu'un apéro chez Yves
271 · Aug 2017
Benevolent god
Joe Aug 2017
Bus driver let me off 90p today
He felt like a benevolent god
I counted thirteen individuals on the top deck - seven visible phones
Five women
Six men
Two point four children

The lady in the blue jeans
Sat in the beer garden felt me watching
She flicked her hair to that
I can feel you watching angle

At the roundabout the blond in the ford
Looks nervous
Dark street lane
Is double named

That was bang out of order
She's still running
Wonders what the acceptable term is for boss eyed
Crossing the chalk stream
Hand car wash
Past the cycling lycra carrying baked goods

Cheers then driver
253 · Aug 2022
Untitled
Joe Aug 2022
Plants tend
To grow towards the sun
But with a stick
You can persuade them
To grow any way you want

People are not so different to plants
We’re all standing up so rigidly
When all we want to do is dance

A revolutionary whisper
Is blowing through the fields
They’re pulling up their roots
They don’t care about the yield

They’re all sending out fresh shoots
Binding seamlessly together
Theres a dance amongst the dandelions
There’s a *** down in the heather

The gardener stands perplexed
Snapped sticks dowsed in morning dew
Then he drops his *** and listens
Now the gardener dances too

Plants tend
To grow towards the sun
But with a stick
You can persuade them
To grow any way you want

People are not so different to plants
We’re all standing up so rigidly
When all we want to do is dance
247 · Jun 2022
Wet Socks
Joe Jun 2022
Wet socks on the bed
I came to read my book
I should have left my phone downstairs
I can't help but take a look

A tepid cup of coffee
A midday malaise
The book lies shut, I'm miles away
As I scroll away my days

Wet Coffee on the bed
I'll mop it with the socks
They were wet already
Opportunity knocks
246 · Nov 2017
Uproar
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
245 · Aug 2017
The boxer
Joe Aug 2017
The brexit boxer
Bang got slapped about
Ploof banked his check
This is not a distress signal
What are you being paid for?
I sailed through as all the
Security checks bounced

Even keel
Sitting in the dark eating lard

The 52nd state thanks you for your service
Missing vowels bow before the Constant changing of the guard
242 · Sep 2017
Bristol Cathedral
Joe Sep 2017
Once an Augustinian abbey
Yet open all year round
Vaulted ceilings
Lofty light space
Elegant arches
Until Henry
Poured hot water
On the sugared stones
A short lived tantrum
A small church springs
Into a Cathedral
G. E Street
New nave
Gothic revival
J. L Pearson
Twin towers at the west end
******'s bombs could only
Smash a few windows
An abstract image of the holy spirit
242 · Sep 2017
badfrenchgoodsunday
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
241 · Aug 2017
Brown cows
Joe Aug 2017
'We're looking for Salcombe on sea'
Brown cows crowd around
Vincent and me

Uphill and down
Nothing but brown cows
As far as the eye can see

Raising a hoof directs
'Two green fields over you'll see the sea
I've mooed here all my life
You can trust me'
238 · Jun 2022
Tokyo
Joe Jun 2022
Everyone in this city looks tired
There's a policeman in white gloves
A whistle clamped tight between his lips
He's not afraid to use it
He is flapping in my direction
I give him an apologetic grimace
For the many crimes I have
Apparently committed and speed off
Through a crowd of tired tokyoites
234 · Apr 2023
Class Gastropoda
Joe Apr 2023
The snails look down on slugs
As vagabonds and vagrants
They shun them in the garden sheds
Get aggressive on the pavements

The slugs despise the landed gentry
Escargot **** yourselves they cry
But while they’re brabbling and bickering
Sparrows circle in the sky

The slugs slide in vain towards the hedge
And **** the snails to hell
But the snails no longer hear them
Safe inside a silent shell
225 · Aug 2017
Bellevue
Joe Aug 2017
The aptly named place Bellevue
At the time of writing contains
Eleven beating hearts
Nine, discounting my own
And that of a canine

Three, gaze out to where clouds meet
Peaks in a conspiring huddle
One, seated, inhales her clouds
Burning down from peak to basecamp
One ignores a dog with clear attachment issues

Two stroll in tandem, occasionally comparing screens
Two have wandered off in a
Calculated effort to avoid the
nosy parker on the next bench
224 · Sep 2017
Feathered faith
Joe Sep 2017
The chickens aren't happy
They aren't laying

The farmer, concerned
Takes to praying

To a poultry god
He's always doubted

Hard times call
For hard and fast rules
To be flouted.
222 · Apr 2023
A private box
Joe Apr 2023
A house you can walk all the way around
Is an aspiration
Success summarised as
An absence of ajoining walls

Modern life
Makes people
Want to be
Detached

Long Live the Terraces
211 · Aug 2017
Gulls
Joe Aug 2017
The baying gulls they laugh at me
The sea breeze makes me ill
The pasty man shout fresh today
I think I've had my fill

The graceful gulls they swoop and flock
To greet me with a shriek
To stir me in the morning
To sing me off to sleep
200 · Sep 2017
drop my basket and leave
Joe Sep 2017
He meekly approaches, saying
Hey, I hope this is cool
But I'm pretty sure we went
To the same school

I cut him short, said
What has that got to do with me?
That ship sailed long ago
Now we're all at sea

He laughs, saying
You're as spiky as back then
It's a kind of comfort to know you haven't changed
And to know we're still
not friends

I drop my basket and leave
197 · Sep 2017
A worm's width
Joe Sep 2017
The man who
Lives under the
Flower beds
In st Andrew's park

Is a lonely
Bitter
Little man

Enduring his
Entire life
Without knowing of the beauty
That lay a worm's width
Above his eyebrows
194 · Aug 2017
Twombly
Joe Aug 2017
Befuddled with being
Sink into your body

When they leave do you think
They hesitate
Turn and make a farewell sign
Some gesture of regret

When they leave the music is loudest
The music is loudest
The sun is high

Manna from heaven
Main celestiel
Noonday sunlight
193 · Aug 2017
Carnival stings
Joe Aug 2017
Fire at playland
Two fire engines
In attendance
Great fun

Carnival week
Comprised of the ever popular
Pram race, a resounding success, once again
In spite of adverse weather conditions

Tributes to the late great
Popeye rolled along the
Main strip

An eleven foot Guy Fawkes looms
Over the tarmac
A tractor towed lifeboat leads
The way

An array of competitive twirling troops
Dampen the mood

Fire at playland
Two fire engines
In attendance
Great fun
188 · Apr 2021
‘Wild swimming’
Joe Apr 2021
Pale seals stare at numb hands
Unsure what they’re for
They clap and claw and clasp at the shore

Then they’re heading back out again
Out of their frozen minds
Soles slapping across the shingle of time

Till the wild sea spews them out
Sick of their bobble hatted taste
Then another wave of pale seals wade out to take their place
185 · Aug 2017
T'es beau la
Joe Aug 2017
Mais t'es beau la
Sur la plage
Les cheveux des orages
Les pieds dans les vagues
Le sel partout
Rien a faire

T'es beau la
Rien a faire
185 · Feb 2022
Oi Jim
Joe Feb 2022
Those black and screaming leaves have fallen
There’s no more birds in your tree
I’m carrying on but I’m stalling
I didn’t know what you meant to me

I’ll be singing Goodbye forever
I’ll be singing out of key
Three times a day for the rest of my life
I hope you know what you mean to me
175 · Dec 2019
The county is a vicious dog
Joe Dec 2019
The country is a vicious dog
So feed it what it wants
De Pfeffel looks on gleefully
The mongrel slobbers as it chomps

The mutts were not to know
As they proudly wolfed It down
The chocolate lies now sickly
The dog has been put down
162 · Jun 2022
In saying that
Joe Jun 2022
I said I'd ring
I never did
I hope you don't remember it

You said you'd come, but
You weren't there
Washing someone else's hair

They said they'd wait, but
They were gone
What a ****** carry on

He said that's it
I've had enough, but
He was only acting tough

She seemed to say nothing at all
In saying that
She said it all
138 · Mar 2020
Bert
Joe Mar 2020
Bert likes chewing on ***** old socks
The lady is a supertramp
She plays a guitar made of sticky tin cans
With a wheely bin for an amp

Bert smears custard across her cheeks
Then lets wail her battle cry
She ducks and dives from the dreaded flannel
Makes it clear she won’t comply

Bert hurls her broccoli
Like a vegetable javelin
At first we sigh and shake our heads
But in the end we all join in
128 · Jul 2023
Untitled
Joe Jul 2023
Old moss doesn’t notice spring
The seating had been chairfully arranged
A garden is a wild place
The final frontier
Though we try to tame it
With glass houses and trowels
It will always be free
Neatened perhaps but stubbornly free

— The End —