Dictatorial This one will dictate the pacethroughout the race.Others will fall by the waysidewith its aggressive ride. But don’t expect it to finish the coursea winner. It’s not that kind of horse.This one has a lot of promiseBut will lead you down a bookmakers’ abyss. Elizabeth Taylor Photogenic from the first shot of the starter’s …
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Jack-a-Nory E.P.
Safe Hot-Water Bottles Everywhere Mum taught me something I’ll never forget:When you fill a hot-water bottle with boiling kettle-boiled H2O,hold the bottle over the sink in case it falls‘cos if u scald yourself you’ll know. To everyone in the world now,Peace and Love. Hope it’s so close to home, you’re care free enough to freely …
Confessional
Frogmarch myself to what I sort of knowcan only end in tears for me.If things are going too well, time to get low,and laugh if things are going badly. I’m in two minds as to whetherI’ve got a split personality or notbut it’s just trying to prove a point I’m cleverwhen it’d be easier to …
The Posh People v. Ian Dury
(or Why the ruling classes won’t ever let anyone else rule) Got a pill for every hang up.Got a hang up for every pill.Being clever dicks with cannonballs,their blow-up knights in bouncy castlesare delivered by Royal Mail in letter bomb parcelsto detonate on University Challengejust as Ian Dury buzzes ‘What a Waste‘thus undermining any chanceanother …
That Last Belittling Little Betrayal
As you take after who you’ve becomeand school teachers, in detention, chew gumthe headmaster sends it to someone whois off the hook with nothing better to do.
lord toddler
he loved warand egged onhis little toasted soldiersbreakfasting on the floor
Mr Crow’s Nest
Looking out over what he couldn’t seehe table-spoon-heaped salt into his tea.Gull-shrieking Up the pool! and Come on you reds!he dropped his load on plank-walkers below in their bunk-beds. It meant so much more when we didn’t stand a chancethey said back in Dunkirk after Franceas did Mr Crow, gazing up at his astrological starin …
Body Politik
If children ruled the countrythere’d be a crowned headand a crayoned in face all smileyblue, yellow and red. Chocolate dripping down its mouth.Neck as fat as a rhino’s as long as a giraffe’s.Superhero and heroine healthwould burst out of its breastplate with a felt tip logo of choice for a laugh. They’d be twenty starfish …
Christmas E.P.
Christmas Appeal Let’s give as much as we canas long as we don’t have to dip into our pockets‘cos we’re no longer a fanof scroungers, or their hand-out pets. Let’s face it, nobody likes being in the redsays a redundant Father Christmas-to-be, during the hols.Every soldier who comes home deadis no present for those wrapped …
Double ‘A’ Side Singles
Sometimes, my favourite poems are the shortest and simplest. These two are maybe my favourites, also because others have commented on them. ‘The Plate Spinner’ especially: I have friends (in Weymouth and Cagliari) who know what plate spinning really means in metaphorical terms! Read here by Johnny Morris. ‘Land’s End’ read by myself reminds me …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 