Wednesday, 20 March 2019

Milking It

It’s a pile of chickens
The sun’s the colour
Of piss on chrome

Where there’s overproof
Of the underdog
Who cannot find its home

They’re outsourcing
The infighting there’s a
Claret barrack warning

Some boldly bowl
To backward go for
More sad cider mornings

Their preferred topping
Is the sleep in your eye
For their 99th balloon

Of brandy chances are
The spitfire suits are
Dry-cleaning up real soon

There’s a hole that’s drilled
In the silencer
Of your neighbour’s car

They give it one last coat
Of looking at it
Standing round the bar

There’s an inter-cover
Chevron arrangement
If you look two wine lists back

Where interstatial
Slovenly agents
Galvanise attacks

But brass they want us be
With tin tankard clinks
Like facts that lie that flow

Like piss in sinks
Where they die to cast
And where they tap to bend

Say misunderstandings
Have a long life
So be prepared to milk ‘em


Thursday, 14 March 2019

Tethers

You can’t handle it
Mutual
Tears
In eyes that could be yours
But yours
Are short-sighted
And the rest
Unequal
And opposite
Affect
Cause
Effect

Skip lanes of ridden highways
To drop a measly
In a cup
Pretend there’s
Risk to your
Personal safety
Except

I could right now
Draw that face
Draw up something
Personal
Contract
In debt
Accept
Move on
Eject

Tears in eyes
Mutual
Exclusive
I’ve got a bus
I’m catching
I can reflect
‘Cos
There is no end of
There is no applause
One minute
Out of respect
There will be no singing
As tethers
Also
Have a beginning

Tuesday, 12 March 2019

Lost

It’s a grey and blue freeze in here
Here it’s deja-vu number two
It’s seven pm
She’s lost her voice again
She’ll go for deja number three
But
There’s a point in here
In this freeze of grey and blue
That lost voices
Are
No longer worth listening to

Sunday, 10 March 2019

Sundays

Local
Lunchtime
Early kick off
I gaze the rainy window
Across the lane
Where the Sunday brunchers
Form snake like queues
Around the block
Play a ladder climbing game
Like
Communist-era Poland queues
At the hip replacement joint
Bijou
Like
Aperol spritzers with babies
Bottomless
For hours
Tasteless
For quails eggs
On avocado
On walnut slices
An Instagram opportunity
Time waste it’s
Ridiculous
Christ it’s
Whilst I’m
With the knockers
In the local
Who describe it thus
That’s
What the middle classes do
When left
To their own devices