As the mob sludge-hovels homeex-executioners wash their hands in the clubhousewhile guillotine stray dogs roam. CATS SCRATCH CATS!BATS BATTER BATS!And beer mats get soaked in ale foam. As the saints come marching inone has blessed a mousewhile can-can dancers have anointed a tin. STEAM TRAINS STEAM!GILT-HEAD BREAM BREAM!Washed up with a gleam and a bottle …
Author Archives: aprettykettleofpoetry
27th Battalion
Final fag in my mouth into the battle lineswith everything to prove to myself.Mustard gas smoke signals leave sky-signsto read on packets for your health. I’m whistling a little tune from before the warhoping I will get to win la guerre.I dream of being able to snore once moreand wake up to breathe in a …
Mad and the Dose-Miracle Addicts
They cried their eyes outFeeling free.In a world of usnessthey felt such thempathy. She worked in her labmaking concoctionsto rid them of their own fearsand self-rejection. But then, she hit the streetsand the authorities hit backputting anyone in prisonwho had her statue in their sack. It was only years later when troubled soldierswere fighting for …
Lessons to Learn
There’s the sea, the sky, the land, and space.There’s standing still, crawling, walking, running, and sprinting with pace.There’s the past, present, future, and eternity.There’s a lovey-dovey heart scratched out on a bench with u4me.
In the Square
In the square, people hang out,while others that live there hang out their underwear.Rosaries do too and won’t go away, as blasphemous customers eat outwhile others, strung out. drink in the square. In the square, children run amok, mocking parentswho try to shout louder than them with something like ‘You dare!’While owners, barking up the …
In death
No-one left alivethinks they should’ve died.They grieve everything they leavehaving to face they’re a dying race.But without a trace, they don’t disappear.They’re just not here.
My Flat
My flat’s in a small little piazzawhere bars and restaurants have made it the ‘in’ place.There’s a big palm tree surrounded bywindows and shutters and balconies, with pavement stones at its base. The living room is the best room‘cos it overlooks the square.It lets in the outside world; shelves its books, catalogues its records.tables its …
Second Guessing
New collection just published called ‘Second Guessing.’ It’s up in the menu along with other collections/pages. All poems written this year, and collages so fresh they’re still drying!
Rock’n’Roll Cat
Got a lot to learn.Got bridges to burn.Got a dream to get away.Got waking dreams that stay. Got days that last forever.Got a life never ever after.Got medicine under a mattress.Got a treasure hunt at the chemist’s. Got a discount on something free.Got a detox kit for being happy.Got an escape plan with no exit.Got …
In the Park
Birds gossip about weekend strollerstwittering and ridiculing panting joggers.Olympic-faced kids whizz round on their tricyclesand monk-faced bellringers meditate on bicycles. Lesser-spotted warbling hermits get ticked offby ‘I-Spy’ book-carrying hermit spotters with binocular eyeswhile ear-phone music-listening loners chat with mallard duckswho tilt their heads with my-oh-mys. Grass grows a millimetre a minute for hallucinogenic catsand dogs, …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 