Dickensian Kenneth as is his ilkIn pyjama regalia picks up the milk.Slippers quick-march hup hup one twoBack at the double to Breakfast HQ. Where in her eggcup marmalade empireTea toasted soldier paraphernalia,Victoriana’s rule of thumb clear;He’s under hers “Yes love, no dear”. ‘X’ marks the spot on his Union Jack botWhere the canvassing Conservative candidate …
Author Archives: aprettykettleofpoetry
A pie eye for a pie eye
Drunk on revengeSee them square up to each other.The same old scraps.The same old bother. They hold their minute of silencewhile bad-mouthing and incapable of keeping silent.One day, both sides might come to their sensesas amateur giant-killing peacemakers beat professional war mongers in a cup tie upset that sends dailies into delirious cup fever excitement. …
giving the ‘v’ sign is half the battle
life is hardlike a wari’m no bardthat’s for sure bombs and bulletstears and tormentblood and blitzis what I meant every dayturning to nightcome what maybefore the fight fearing a lossyou pray for victorybut who gives a tossdown on one knee?
Tricks of the Mind
Plate-spinners spin tales.Jugglers juggle coincidence destinies.Acrobats do tumbles and cartwheelswhile banging against skull cavities. What people said and what they didgets distorted in a hall of mirrorsas escapologist brain cellsvanish and disappear. Trapeze artists in high-low mood swings.Clowns doing slap stick comedy routines.Dwarves playing pranks round and round in ringsas magicians cast spells to magic …
add another death of a loved one to the toll
like a piece of you has gonegone into another life cut short and wrongi’m standing mime-drumming on my balconyand the next day is as tomorrow as far as I can see football is the theme tonighta match between my heart and souleverything I love is out of sightand trying to understand is the goal
Cats’n’Dogs
Teatime rain brewing in teapot clouds,powers-that-be dunk their big biscuits in their big cup.A pretty kettle of fish and bones boiling in up-the-revolution kitchens with rights overlooked and doffed hats centuries kow-towed:something’s getting somewhere like a cat from a kitten or a dog from a pup. Legendary ties get consigned to history,to be dug up …
Bus Route 1 Revelations #9
Writing this on the Number 1 bus.Late meeting my instant love for dinner.Met by chance lingering friends drinking to usand, having to get away, made excuses like an original sinner. Today I’m in such a good mood:I might have cracked the meaning to it all.Be cool, don’t fret, avoid any feudand, if possible, stick to …
see if you like it
i was borni was a kidi had a markfor everything I did i grew upgot a jobbent over backwardsto please the mob i got marriedwent up the aislehad a familyin traditional style i got olderwondered whygot a policyfor when i’d die i got onworked and workedhad my doubtsbut never shirked i retireddrew my pensiongrandkids roundrelieved …
A week in the history of the whole world
The dead are like those alive:Paranoid, mad, and clicking with nobody.Newborn souls buzzing around, trapped in a honey moneymodern mayhem medieval ancient digital world hive. There’s no escape.Tracker dogs sniffing them out and tracking them down.Ropes or chains or rat face torture cages or red tapeand surveillance squads unearthing corpses still breathing underground. How is …
Dogabonds
We beg on the street.We roam the roads as puppet mongrels on a string.We are roughened up. We are weak as can be.We put you at risk and we are ready to risk anything. There’s a longing in every astronaut-dog’s face.A survival lottery in every litter’s birth.As whistles go whistling off to spacebones come hurtling …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 