New Year’s Eve fireworks explodeand shell the midnight skiesafter grammatically thicko teenage terrorists with their little bombs throwedhave already beated ear drums of jumpy elderly passer-bys into submission and into hiding. Funny how in a world claiming to want peace,the new year is seen into a planned frenzy of endless war sounds to fire ceaselesslyin …
Author Archives: aprettykettleofpoetry
Cesare in the Piazza
Cesare street-bellowsabove the bells;Red wine has reddened his tonsils.His blackened lungs tarred by Camels. He’s the local lunaticaround whom stories circulate:Of a life ruined all too quick.Of a foreign legion escapade. Were his dice destined badplaying fortunes dicey game?Or did he risk all he hadwith no-one but himself to blame? Now he gobs, the gobshite …
November unlucky 13th plot
About to go back to a torrential rain a month after 33 years agowondering why stereotypical summers didn’t last as long as autumns on a tincoastal birds swirl over cliffs down-beating down to earth in a pantomime showwith a why don’t they give me credit for doing what they wanted me to before it ended …
Everlasting long-player
I live with my muse in a music box.I live like a duke in a juke box.I sit within walls of sound in my bedsit.I turn my factory 45s churning out hit after hit. Feel as close to a return paradise ticket there and backas a record player needle to a record track.As fictitiously far …
Wood Pigeon
Sitting in my summer garden of an afternoonand feeling safe in my middle class mother mountain father cocoon,I daydreamed with the lawn mownand all my neighbours a silver jubilee clone. Long long later and of an afterand, once again, passed by for the Nobel prize for Literaturethere I sat in a garden, daydreaminglistening to the …
Afternoon Busking Away
Passer-by footsteps are a beatwhile printed lyrics, straight out of a songbook,flutter on nearby window curtains over a paper street. Couples hand in hand talk of fingers in a piewhile babies in their prams deafen sighing parents as they bawl and cry.A hat on the pavement coins a musical refrain,but market forces won’t change till …
Last Orders
Drunken words stagger out through saloon door mouthsand the world in the long-term is not where I would want to live.I spout off a load of nonsense my predecessors would be proud ofbut they have nothing left to give. Have you ever wanted to go back to who you were?Got sick to death of those …
Sat on my park bench
A bright brisk breeze turns leaves clockwiseas a glimpse of a blackbird darts out of sightwith its alarm bell beak sounding the alarmfor catnapping cats to wake up for their bag lady’s daily bag o’ biscuits. Criminal chancing it hooded crows,always on their toes for a free meal steal,pick a nick from under a dozy …
and everyone
everyone lies and everyone gets upeveryone hides and everyoneeveryone keeps secrets and everyoneeveryone betraysand everyoneeveryone serves everyone on runny treacle traysand everyone everyone stabs everyone in the backand everyoneeveryone gets railroaded off trackand everyoneeveryone has rageand everyoneeveryone dribbles in their shallow bib graveand everyone
How Housecats Birthday Party
They sleep through most of it.Their birthday a day of sleepThey drink water a bitand jump on cat biscuit buffet tables in one leap. They like routineand party guests are no different.They’ve already beenand habitually went. Birthday cats are too cool to know how old they are.What do they care?They know they’re immortal and got …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 