The Boy King

Chattering lines on
the pavement
and tall coaches
roll into the cul de sac
like coffin fish collecting
on a reef.

We're going on a trip!
Shriek sandwiches suffocating
in lunch-boxes.
Your history teachers
flounder painfully out of
culture.
Terribly aware
of awkward t-shirts.

Spears are great
but pots are pots.
A brash gold face is
an eight out of ten.
The good stuff's through here-
A torn yellow eye socket or
a gift-wrapped limb.

The Moon Princess

Come on Carter,
we'll dig up Diana.
Uproot the rose
and strip her.
Prise the wreath from her grasp
for cash.
Pinch her ****
for kicks.