Franciszka Themerson's Thoughts - A Tanka

City days endless

Talks with the bowler hatted

Businessmen who stick

Fascinating games of small

Talk issue avoidance tricks

Thee Slone Ranger

Thee Slone Ranger

Sums it up for me

Thee Slone Ranger

Gleefully pearling their signage

Let's go W.T.O.

Best Chelsea smiles

Alright for you

Chelsea smiles

For the rest us

Do the Write Thing - A Tanka

Do the write thing hear

Listen the one before you

Leave peaved for those who

Don't listen for the second

One's the hardest to retrieve 

Insect Inspect

Fruitflies fuckin' love
Fresh French polish
Not quite wet
Appear from fuck knows
Elect to inspect
Your chiffoneer
Cabinet
Or jewellery box
With daffodil inset
Look close host
See these
Fleamarket
Marquetry gets
Perusing all over
With tiny
Fuckin' clipboards
I bet

Pub Conjuror - A Tanka

Thought for a minute 

That some magic bastard had

Erased my pages

Between smoking practice and

Disappearing my wages

Preston Rules - A Tanka

She'd greet "Alright bird?" 

No matter if male or a

Rizla 'tween pref'rence

Skirt's airline or crack's hairline

All fine lines blurred "Alright bird?" 

Continuous Bar Retainer - A Tanka

Down the pub nods he

Keeps wearing glasses while I

Keep wearing glasses

Schtum starring in the crude noise

Wearing looped glasses anon.

Plasterek (Slice) - A Right Pair of Tankas

Bored son chef cook with

Knicked hands peers out on spaces

Left by revellers

Regulars suits and suiters 

Blue plastered white fingers tap

Blue and white collared

Post-workers plastered themselves

Round the bar half not

Knowing how difficult or

Expensive plastering is

Sap - A Tanka

The lass off the graph

Is last having a laugh 'cos

For once the ensconce

Is not the brew of the room

Or about you or your sap

Fitzrovia Byway Patrol

Massive beard

What? 

Arms out 

The

Massive window

Actual 

Massive arms tattooed

Dog unit 

Chips all round

Eh? 

V8er

Dog pound

Looking for Poets in Parks

Looking for poets in parks Looking for poets in parks What?  A prepensity?  A pretentiousness of?  Give us a clue Chuck us a bone Alls've got's me lateness Map on me phone In hat in orange top 's me Do us a lemon please Or'll write Another bloody poem ' bout logistics Not trees

Hating Trainers whilst Admitting That They Look Good on Some - A Tanka

Loose done trainers aren't 

Even fucking shoes in their

Prepensity to breath as

Clues but bequeath legacy

As jokers below the knee

Afterrogermcdarrengoghlordsprayer

Lordsat

Boatshoechino

Ruddsmile

Blazeblue

Burstbelt

Tanwalllet

Feltold

Fathertimeclock

Audesmug

Morerah

Fyasock

Stickbeef

Tieclub

Mashedn

Schooled

Slickbarnet

Runruled

Nomatter

Wicket

Whatageof

Twennytwenny

Bollingents

Scorenplenty

Members

Breeding

Identigents

Evry

Bleedinoneofem

Framed in Manchester - A Tanka

Girls dancing window

Cocktails aloft alarmed 

Scaffolding eagles

Par the purity of their

Security shanks right rough

Melancholic Tonic (Summertime Blues)

In whithering blue

The baking wind

Bites the bitter haze

On the barley scene 

As Melancholia pours itself

In cut grass

Accent days

Green in red slides

A distant 125

Bites the bitter pill

And all that's left

Is to run

To the autumn hills

W.B. Yeats’s Wine Lodge

Gathered lads
Grope for the point these
Sloganised mads
Rhyming Hodge
With football shaped frowns &
W.C. mates
Sign ‘Podge’
Machismically rutting in
Ten past nothing rounds

Blathered sads
Rope up the joist these
Over-leaked rads
Customising sods
With Browning’s bait down
W.B. Yeats’s
Wine Lodge
Fullwittingly supping in
Ten past nothing town