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 …
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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.
Pleasure Pieland
On Pleasure Pielandislanders live life under a system called pie-in-the-sky.Plumbers fit pipe dreamsand statistics on counting your blessings are always high. Opticians sell rose-tinted glassesto see good things over the horizonand in every house, doors are fittedso that when one closes, another one opens. Every silver cloud has a golden liningand everyone’s glass is always …
The Railway Child
And so I went to the train stationand looked up at the great glass roof ceiling in ironfrom where timepieces hungand from where black suits swung. Leather-faced passengersshuffled slowly along in queues, bunched,with feet in their luggage up to their kneessticking out their ticket tonguesto have them punched. And when the announcement told mewhich platform …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 