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 …
Author Archives: aprettykettleofpoetry
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 …
Night L.P.
AT LEAST FOREVER MINIMUMThe psychedelic pseudonymswritten on your birth certificateare illegible on soggy paperand going for a song at your old school fete. You’re sweating in a heatwave.Wrapping up to keep away the cold.You’re not bowled over by anything anymore.Wear dark sunglasses to be cool on streets of gold. ON MY BALCONYSitting on my balcony.it’s …
Evening E.P
PARADISE OF DEVILSLive life for the momentunder a volcanoas hearts in ashes over-the-top blowlike passionate loves that went. I count on your visits.Help me get through my time.Free as a jailbird that sitspreening feathers that off plume don’t rhyme. Pure joy out of everything to lose.Singing in a city full of blues.Celebrate one of Dante’s …
Scratch-Card Self Promotion
When influenced by your inspirersbe careful you don’t get carried away.Write your poems, paint your paintings, outlie your liarsbut chances are, however much they’re somebody ,a nobody you’ll stay. Listen to a bass line.Remember a line you were told when you had no way of knowing what it meant.Say everything’s fineGive up saying the truth …
Dream Pop
The old preach to those who don’t give a shitas the young throw them out of their punk pulpit.Pop is a dream dreaming of popand what you can do and what the others could not. Some old stay youngand some young who never were get unceremoniously thrown.Sing the songs you love and ditch the ones …
B+
There’s a drug going roundhere-a-bouts and round-a-whilelifting everyone off the groundwhile floating with a cardboard smile. Never dare to be downor you’re met with a frownor told chin upby addicts hooked. Facing facts is a fraud.Head in the sand, they applaud.Everyone on a merry-go-round.Truth is I’m iggy pop bored.
Political Football Commentary
Chances go begging for fateas street photographers get the shot too late.Soup kitchen protesters making an almighty dinend up under spin doctors’ knives sticking their fork tongues in.
from my balcony
flags flypresidents talkswallows swoopand people walk girls make passesdogs barktanks rolland cars park fag-ends burnsnipers shootrecords spinand loiters loot pop fans clamourstreet lamps shinewindows closeand lovers dine.
The Twilight Protests
Government policy forces pensioners onto the streets to marchhardly able to make it across the roadwith their gripes and groans in a shopping bag.Vinyl records blaring out from old peoples’ homes.Hospital porters spinning around on their bums.As, lurking behind, tape-measuring funeral directors lag.
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 