Nice one, Cyrille

An early early football
Memory sticks
Silver small time screen
When the unfancied
Cup upstarts
Beat the fancy Dans
At the heart and
The head of this team
This fearsome gentleman

I’d no grasp at ten
Of what was black
And what was white
But when
The foul and factious was
Hurled
Back when
The boos and bananas were
Hurled
The mark of the man
They couldn’t mark was
To take that abuse
Peel the layers
Reveal truths hard
And with a thumbs up
A melting grin
Bite off it’s ugly head
Then from 30 yards
Put any game to bed

To lay the paths
For those
Who had the grasp
All too concrete
Of what was black
And what was white
Against all the hate
For all he’d done
Nice one Cyrille
Nice one

Die Lemon

It’s important to learn.
It’s important to learn
To shut the fuck up.
Your, like, faux student RP
Voice, slumming it in
Cheap chain
High street boozer;
Tax avoiding,
Brexit funding,
The clues are
Like
There?
You seem so, like
Aware?
Like all good hypocrites,
I’m only here
To observe.
Granted.
You are fuelling my hate,
You are hating my fuel.
Difference is,
I get it.
Do you?

Fried Slice

The sick baby smell
Is mixed in well
With the first-ish
Turkish pint of the day
The window is armour
Out to the prison wall
Tagged Victoriana
Today no drama no
As quick walkers
With kids enquisite
Pay visits pay dearly
Walk back slow as
Gangsters beamers
Flick tabs street ways
Behind flats of empty
Occupied
Last past near
Five and twenty
Dogs squat and release
Joggers sweat past
Transport police and
Knowledge takers
Plot perspex boards as
Indoors the
MTV selective asks
“What is love?”
Connective handshakes bruv
On wonky flags
Beneath standard windows
Bearing theirs
Crossly for
Welcomes frosty
Will prove
Costly enough
To never recover
But for now
Sisters brothers
In here
It’s mass
For an hour
Take the blood
Fuck the body
Though stained
It’s class
For an hour
‘Spite the rain
Indoors for
Another cold glass
No trouble
No strife no
Taken like
To hold down this
Fried slice o’ life

Lotta Bottle - a Tanka

Fully paid up
Water bottle carrying
Made member of the
Boring sod the planet, eh?
Advertisers dream brigade

Button Moon - a Tanka

We’re off to Button
Moon we’ve followed Mr. Spoon
Button Moon but on
Twitter oh my trending days
Say button it Mr. Spoon

Fruity

The flash arseholes
Have LED orifices
To tempt your
Fingers
Light touch or
Trigger happy
All in
It's dropping
He can feel it son
Day’s underage wage minimum
Done
Their’s always tomorrow
‘Cos abused appendages
Will have healed
To spunk
Again
Once more

The Vapors are Indoors - A Tanka

The Vapors are in
Doors the smokers out turning
On cold turkeys who
Go on to win the Japan
Ease new clear air tournament