Eagle shit's no good for roses

Eagle shit's no good for Roses

The neat neat neat

Rows and rows is

Seeds to grow

Appear as

Helicopter shots

Of marching trots 

In sight

Still black with white effort

Feed the 

The new breed

They say no-one enjoys what

Sprouts

But girl!

And boy!

The clout!

These shoots are for the top corner

Leaves leave

Green keepers no chance

As arm in arm

Sway dance in soil

Fertile from the soot of

Past fires

Protosynthesise 

Before the eyes

Let freedom ring

With a weed killer blast

For growth in spirit

Not tin economics

Fighting cats

With hot placed sonics

And water

The audience

With the cries what oughta

Our daughters fought a

Cataclysmic burial 

Of nuts

As standing firm

In the firm of the crowd

The numbers

Not ifs or buts

Away day fouled 

The dug out turfs out

Turnovers proud

With produce

Of apples
That are more than
Worth owt

Will produce

Our worth
In laboured fruit
Now

Dig it kids

For victory

It is

We dig

Restaurant Car

He stood
And tipped his hat
Down toward soup
Of depth and zest
As good a Polish uncle’s
He never possessed
On the table in front
In the restaurant car
With steel spoon
In one
And glass pint
In one
To prevent sliding past
Conversations
Parked themselves in sidings
The track wound quickly
Old wounds healed slowly
The folks reheated
And poured and blew
In and out the carriage
On windows
The trees they drew
Straight lines
Battleship greys and
Army hues
And under that hat
Last week
Seemed autumn 1972

National Poetry Day Conclusion

#NationalPoetryDay

Conclusion
More badly plated
Words than usual
Shoddy verbs
As polished turds
Cut in thirds &
Served as haiku
Basking lazy
With horny sharks
In crap shoes
My killjoy
Velvelette exclusive:
I’d rather listen to
Roxy f***ing Music
(& that’s really
Sayin' something)

Call one for me, Über alles

I’m a phone app
Not a taxi service
I’m a phone app
Not a tax avoider
I’m a phone app
Not an employer
I’m a phone app
Not an monopoliser
I’m a phone app
Not a crime ignorer
I’m a phone app
Not a detail storer
I’m a phone app

Wait.
I see you’re affronted here.
These are the voyages of a
Cheap trick enterprise.
Slowly going, where
Everyone has gone before.

But unsustainably cheaper.

So,
When you’re crying
In to your online petition,
Think on this:
To cry ‘anti-competition’ means,
There has to be competition.
When you’re missing
Your £2:50 chariot home,
Singing “Call one for me, uber alles”
Think on twice:
There’s a fair price to be paid for
Everything,
And when the price ain’t fair,
Someone else
Pays the price.

A right pair o' tankas: 'Kaep & Nipple

'Kaep

Colin Kaepernick
The kneerly man
4 years hence
Dynamic Danger-ous
Makes statement thus
Now can’t
Get work?
He’s on my team bus


Nipple

In plastic moulding
Process, judge me right on this;
The nipple, at the
Pit o’ this plastic barrel
For ideas, I suck on it.

Trap no. 6

Start the firing pistolet, kids,

It’s time to rub those last bin lids.

Together we stretch,

For the basic, is less for more than it 

Once wore.

Applications for ointments

For coping sores,

Welcome.

The cats stopped swinging

Long ago, see,

The room we see grows no larger,

On bended knee.

As we’re asked to kowtow round corners,

It cuts, like the tightest of collars,

Round this crumbling coliseum,

Welcome.

We prepare the mechanical rabbit, that

We have to chase for aid,

Us parade Queens and Kings,

On the high street

To see what the pawn shop brings.

It’s the badhead debt collector’s jubilee,

And we go pogo, ‘cos

It’s got nothing to do with your

Forked-tongue berk elite,

You know,

Or the bloggers,

Or the clowns,

The clowns,

The clowns,

The clowns…

Wrestling in Gdànsk

The bendy bus is full
The car in front
Blocks the way and
Empties an old man in glasses
Onto the tarmac
Curving 50 yards
From the airport door
He wrestles with the barrier
As a woman who’s
Out the door who’s
Hair as black as a rooks beak
Wrestles with the wind
As her mouth wrestles with
The driver
As airport police appear
Scratch heads and instruct
And point and conduct
A twenty nine point turn
As us meerkats on the bus
Laugh and helpfully suggest
Let’s say
After fifteen
The car makes way
The bus driver exclaims
“I’ve got a bus full here
Missing their flights,
What?!
Do you think I’M on bleedin’ holiday?!”