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 …
Author Archives: aprettykettleofpoetry
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 …
Orange Grove
Auspicious stars meeting on Orange Groveprove a self-fulfilling prophesy mum right.Everything falls into place shattering and unearthing a treasure troveas records soar and lovers string each along with relationship kites. If they steal it from you, it must have been worth stealing.On Orange Grove, your bells are peeling.How many times did you play dumband wake …
The Tears Won’t Work
Gargoyle-tantrum quarrellerssquare up as teeny-weeny warriors;Bawl, bawl, bawlThe tears won’t work. Dumped, and left to rot on the sofaby the biggest dumpster your love could muster;Blubber, blubber, blubberThe tears won’t work. So, you didn’t get promotedbursting with hurt pride and eyes bloated;Snivel, snivel, snivelThe tears won’t work. Whiling away a while in your drawing-pin headnot …
Inheritance
Proud parents smile overlookingtheir children singing back lyrics learnt by heart.Got past mistakes set up for the future selling out and overbookingas kids sign the dotted line to a recording contract that will make them falling rising stars.
Goalless Draw
After a few spills’n’thrillsthe game ended goallesswith flickering frozen action stillsof baggy-shorted 19th century defenders parking the omnibus.
Private joke between me and her
No one but her gets it.No one but her knows what I mean, really.No one but her would laugh in fits.No one but her would I even tell it to, see? Got something special togetheras the world upside down goes on spinning its bad vibes.Keep ourselves raining in bad weather.Keep ourselves keeping it nasty to …
Frosty Morning (1982)
Frosty Morning
Deep-green fields far away,picturesque and framed on a morning-memory day,I’d love to be therebreathing in the dewy air. I’d hypnotically stand as mesmerised as a foggy-faced scarecrowup to my wooden stick ankles in lush-green grass bladeswhere sheep bleat and cows lowbringing me round to duelling crow-cawing echoeswhere my frozen noserefuses to dethaw to frosty wintry …
Octopus Pullover
Wearing your heart on a sleevein your octopus pulloverlike when you grievebecause it’s over. Like when you blurt it out and see it blow away.When instantaneous taxidermy stuffs you for your museums.Like when you wrap up on a winter’s day.When stalactite and stalagmite teeth get iced up in your gums. Like when wearing your armour …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 