People arguing and breaking windowsbeing carried off in a big balloon and coming to blows.The world is getting flatter by the minutewith politicians in white capes winging itup to the top of their ivory towershot-air propelled by their motions and powers.The world is getting flatter by the minute.Taking sides, falling off the edge opposite. Sleepers-on-the-streets …
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The Street Circus
I watch the entertainmentWith beer in my belly.The woman who has two heads.Her husband who has three.The world’s ugliest twinsAnd the tight-rope walkerWho first fell in infancy. A little later, the midget act endsAnd a midget collects small change.The passionate fire-eaterWho recalls an old flame.The clown who clownsAnd ‘The Amazing Memory Man’Who forgets his own …
Childhood Heroes
They’re so important, aren’t they?One of mine died today.It doesn’t matter how adult you’ve become or how old.They have such a hold. They take you back.Give you a nostalgia attack.It doesn’t matter who they are or what they’ve done.Just how young they were when you were young. You hear the news they’ve died.Feel something you …
Still Life
Piss artists draw it outnot leaving til Is it dead?Later, back home, there’s a routwith flowers and fruit, plates and bread.
War Godmother
Homing pigeons get sent out.Dogs get scent about.How is it back there?I’m thinking of deserting as a dare. I’ve been given my marching ordersAnd I’m marching tomorrow.Must say there’s too much mud to see any borders.Have I lent myself to a medal I’ll ever even borrow? That’s it from me, darling.Your letters keep me going.When …
Any N.I. number
I wake with a joltBolt upright in bed;Both bell-shaped ears clangingEither side of my metal alarm clock head. Caricatured in a comic-book worldOf sketched in pillow and sheet,I think out loud, as a speech bubble balloons;“Bloody ’ell! A working week!” That ruddy routine and rigmarole;Striped pyjamas stripped off, shave n shower,Clothes, coffee and cornflakes,Breakfast T.V. …
Samebodies and Nowbodies
Some people don’t seem to changeSome people seem to, or at least rearrange.Some people you see routine.Some people you see you’ve never seen. Funny things these things.Running round in rings.More or less looking for more.Burying what they’ve been digging for. Some people are the same.Some people aren’t.Some people give it a name.Some people can’t. When …
At the End of the Day
When the children you never borehave outgrown you with invisible tears they would have bawled.When the records you boughtgot scratched, becoming collectors’ items collectors never sought. When girlfriends that became exesrolled down the River Exe.When, over the River Thames in 1986,you missed out on playing pooh sticks. When gold and silver birds dinedon the steps …
Auditioning for me
Trying to write somethingI might read or I might singthe audience are blurry people in dreamsthat I never remember unless they drop onto the floor from beams. Record me, rather than make me repeat what I say.Spinning jenny jumpers with cotton lines are starting to fray.However far there is to goI’m going to tread on …
Bright On
Looking for a place with no past devils.A clean slate to start anew.Where the sea washes up and away pebblesAnd where what you might have done you still might do. Houselights glimmering on wintry waters.Lighthouse lights keeping you from autumn wrecks.Summer swim suits on sons and daughtersAnd whistle-welcomes on springtime decks. Everything’s going for a …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 