"manky" poems
Dig deep in the sand with a cupped shovel-hand
Until you come across a healthy source of water.
Scoop up what you see and let loose the soggy contents,
Let them dribble through a careful filter fist.
Slowly drip foundations and upon them start your fortress
Using steady streams of trickled dribs and drabs.
Stalagmites in hyperspeed form walls and lookout towers
With the damp bricks one by one constructing peaks.
Spectators of all sizes will collect and cast their gazes
But you must keep up the focused droplet swell.
Maiden battles can't be won and so the masterpiece will crumble
To the tide that forces motes to overflow.
Waves crash and reek their havoc on the castle that you managed
To build with will and manky dripping palms.
The sand on which it once stood will be flattened out and polished
To make way for a palace twice as grand.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
Guys like us don't get breaks
with our unshaven faces and manky hair and eyeliner.
Our work-torn jeans colorful tattoos and pierced lips a warning,
Aposematism in human form.
Guys like us don't get breaks
We claw and drag our way not to the top,
but to the surface.
Ain't got no daddy's money.
Ain't got no daddy, or wish we didn't
cause he comes home
talking 'bout how he didn't raise no ******
(He didn't raise nobody).
Guys like us don't get breaks.
Nothing but mildewy rooms
McDonalds for dinner washed
down with cheap *****
Another Thank you for applying but...
Rent due the 24th.
alone at night again.
Guys like us don't get breaks.
Apr 20, 2022
Apr 20, 2022 at 2:41 PM UTC
The pale horse leaves a deathly swathe
as through our ranks he ramps and raves.
No time to bury the rotting reminders
of manky motionless mounds of men
Puffed with disease and certain to find us
Widespread, worrying, wondering when....
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 8:53 AM UTC
'well enough to work' it is said
that is not how i feel
but they don't want me to have any more
paid time off
('where are the nearest bathrooms ?' ) i scout
my eyes vote against it all
gloating white blight fills the corridors
leering and bleaching my thinking
pressure strobing
my quaking hands cannot hide
stoking up the goods i am churned
chilled in flashes and ready to purge
this somehow became my neutral state
my wet and wrinkled butterfly
with development hacked
pollutants of my own body gummed
to some gnarled form of active culture
like there are ants building with decaying spittle
manky damaged mandibles
reforming my state corrupted
'well enough to work' i battle the common workday
suffering routine habitually
breeding and fighting sickness within
Dec 5, 2022
Dec 5, 2022 at 9:42 PM UTC
Yer heads just a bed for others opinions to lay in;
growing bigger, badder and bolder there,
until they’re covered in sores, manky and reeking.
Yer heads just a place for others thoughts to leek in.
But dinnae get disheartened by their chat.
Remember its your head thats dain aw that.
They never said a word, its yer head that ye heard.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
On another long *** haul flight,
just thinking about my life.
Or one of them at least,
don't wanna confuse this write.
I get to my late night hotel
and throw my bags on the bed.
So that i can curl up on the floor
and try to sleep once more.
Waking at 3, take to my phone
to stream free **** till i ***
Throw those same bags on the floor
and somehow sleep on till morn.
Rising in the bed next to the door
unruly, unkempt and disheveled.
Oh New Orleans, how i expected
a promise of so much more.
And back in dear Dublin
at St. Michans' protestant church.
Some **** just gone stole the head
of an ancient Knights Templar.
Mummified by the limestone
or from some methane gas there.
800 years he's been laid to rest,
greeting tourists and locals alike.
2019, taken on a last crusade
by some thieving dublinian scobe.
Sent floating down the manky Liffey
a river that stinks like a vikings robe.
Dublins' archbishop Michael Jackson
tells the papers that he's shocked.
Thats' right, Michael ******* Jackson
how weird and steaming is that.
This story i heard from a
blind boy with a bag on his head.
And he said he wanted to cry
for he so often visited that crypt.
Well i guess i've never been
and had never really planned.
But christ it still makes me sad
another switch I guess just tripped.
But hey, whats it got to do with you
and whats it all got to do with me.
Well me, i'm back on this hotel floor
trying to keep my own head.
And as for you, well you go right on
cry me a river to float me on dreams.
For me, for you and for above all,
that Templar Knight of New Orleans.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC
*drinking isn't funny all the time, you become too ***** have men forgotten that alcohol is an aphrodisiac? me, drunk, brothel? ***** every time.*
you can stroll down a street,
walk past an english youngling -
evidently sexually conscious
given the attire...
never mind the age:
she's english, and you walk past
her, and she starts to quicken her
step...
she looks at least agitated
but at the same time more
apprehensive than agitated...
you walk past a father and two
boys, and the boys start
looking at you with a certain
type of curiosity...
you walk into a supermarket,
take four czech beers -
(cheque? check, chequers?
horvat - croat) -
and at the counter: a pretty
muslim girl, pale olive,
wearing a hijab... and:
bam! the immediate perceptional
difference: she considers you
a testosterone battery,
she's curious, like a deer,
she attempts to hide a smile...
what was it?
a beard...
i watched a video about beards
being misogynistic,
about lumber-sexual...
there actually is a phobia:
pogonophobia...
that's for women...
but there's also
trichopathophobia
(fear of long hair on men)
that's expressed by men, contra men...
then there's pixiephilia:
men who love women with
short hair...
i ****** well know, i fall
into the pixiephilic category...
i had long hair,
she had manky dreads,
she cut them off,
bam! pixiephilia was born;
darling... cut it short while
you're young...
every see an old woman with
long hair?
anyway...
god, i love burping while drinking
beer...
common practice
among the swabians:
and good manners too!
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC