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
Author Archives: aprettykettleofpoetry
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 …
Every Moment
Every moment makes me think of a minutewhen any one of them might have changed in sixty seconds.If I was never good enough that’s too bad.If happiness never made it, that’s sad. Evenings that went pear-shaped in a moment.Days that could have been saved if nights hadn’t left them for dead.I never said anything I …
Hairspirations
Got to get my hair cut soonand (like always) want John Lennon’s haircut on Top of the Pops in 1970 as Yoko knitted to the tune. I’ve got the hair but not got the hairdresser.When I say ‘short’, they just get out their shaverand start shaving as I sit silently ranting and raving. Anyone know …
The Sleepy Queeny
She would nod off during anythinghowever important.The coronation of the king,a garden party or any diplomatic event. the opening of parliament,a war commemorationa royal visit to disaster victims, touching and poignanta Christmas mass or national celebration, a cup final at Wembley,a royal palladium performance,a documentary on TV,a royal tour on some far off continent. She’d …
Sycamore Gap Tree
More stupid ideas than a brain drain,there’s a massive mind the gap side of the brainthat turns into a brain-dead blobwith a boasting mouth bigger than a gob. Thick as a plank on four legsand a pinball brain rattling inside a wooden skull,each one of them beggars belief begs,sleeping like a log brainwave dull. A …
Afterlife
Garden birds are dying out. So, get out while you can.Because, one day, wood pigeons and the like will be gone.Those mornings when you woke up to a dawn chorus.Those small hours when you rolled home flapping and dying of thirst. You live for poetry and music and artbut you can’t rhyme or sing or …
Menu of Voices
Meak, weak, sleek, antique, chic voice.Rebellious, zealous, jealous, go on tell us voice.Gruff, rough, tough, huff huff, enough voice.Singing, bringing, swinging, winging it, clinging voice. Sensitive, last breath to live, all to give, memory like a sieve voice.Loud, proud, shroud, howled, cowed, bowed, wowed voice.Cold, bold, sold, doled, goaled, coaled, moled, grassy knolled, being told, …
Battle Cry
I’ve been looking atsmoke and mirrors around me.How the shadow of death marchestowards a front in its follyas ghosts of the gone cry. One-eyed war monger mongrelsbay for blood and an eye for an eyeripping open flesh and bone shellsunder a torrent of bullet tears that cry. It’s late and dark and not long to …
Lockdown Limbo Landlubber
I wait for my world to go roundafter ages being flat.With people far away, nature has a field day.Seagulls raid empty squares vying with rubbish-rummaging rats. I wonder if the after-world will catchmy last words.Whether seeing ‘They’re after you’ being graffitied on my four wallsis a sign of paranoia or just a tendency to talk …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 