Sarajevo Airport

The dank outsider warmed to the concourse. 

The empty airport billowed in a flesh dream. 

They trudged home without work or word. 

Verbatim

Verbatim 

Could be his name

It's not

It's Martin

Lean close 

For this one

He said

I used to be a little shit and for the first time in years I felt violent angry you know what I mean

I do

Appreciate the confidence

Give a little change 

A little smoke

And a small room

In my head

It'll be different tomorrow

In the rain 

He said

A 20's Laze Affair

The bagatelle road

Flipped a kicker crescent-shaped

He furied round the bent spire

Bowling by the theatre seat of learning

In cig breaks she burnt down cinders

Of tax paid cultural contributions 

Internal voiced logistics and excelled

At the capital promo co. until cut blunt

He trip-spat face-wise into

Her 5 minute mind ablution

You stupid immigrant c___

His stock punishment

Mise-en-scène was being thrown 

Into the box marked ballot

on Open Market Street

This is London

This is the 20s 

Strangler's Attic (triple tanka)

once charming now pre

dicting the next passage my

cohabitee was

alarming me to the point

this arm dressed up it's own sleeve

there in cussed dust laid

under the bed hid monsieur

connoisseur of some

stagnant and dangerous thought

let out on a day's reprieve

needling through the

things that lingered last cast there

in dull danken fluff

was the glint overcoming

that ever enough to leave

until the will came

thus thrust under razor eye 

seen as by the by

by seven senses sisters

came and said goodbye once I

C1 B1

The crow owns the street, the one

and only cock of the Tarmac.

A fella's breathless happy with

His Mexican double twelve pack.

The shop stop 'keeper can do without 

His twopeneth or bottles back.

The price per panic in the Nisa, sees

the coughshop hipsters all on slack.

So, let's put on our spandex, stay twee

and have a little queue-up shall we?

You Don't Know What You've Got 'Till You've Not

Idiocy is catching, mate. It's everywhere. Hope

if I leave the house I won't be… how will I know?

If I'm already idiot? Gather other maybe idiots,

nuts, places safe. In a loop, a swinging parklot, a

streetfood hotspot. We'll stay close, self-lop noses

and posing truffling snouts, safe away from non-

idiots and check each others' profiles out.

Homework 🎓💬🕵🤖👻💣 Poem

"Tech Dat Deck o'Cards!"
Ivy's ghostpoker poise
wasn't holding well
The flopover mortarboard
made molarscrunch
Turns bomded
the baize & past
The Privatetick
sold speeches
down the river
& all-in
The Yellafella
was never betta
Thick

If You Want It That Way

If You Want It That Way

Yeah! 

The think tank is on three for fire,

two for desire,

The man in the RNLI suit say:

‘Lookout snout, you’re in thefuckingway’.

Stoved! The gull's headin. Apart

from the ticknicker of a presumed heart, 

he would've bandyknees, pecker. Say,

fivepound’s worth, if you weigh it that way.

In time, the rye and why

swarled the ventricles of his heart.

Ached an eye to these organmouth days. Why

oust this last mistake?

Enforce five weather, why? 

In retirement, the elders, say

at piecerate, playedfair in everyway!

Belowbelt, Ed fired. 

Aboveboard, said I. My desire

to throw the tide rightfuckin in, was livin a bit late.

Livid dictum, seemed to betheway. 

Of allus pettyband apart,

we meant to pourway these threecourse dynasties, yeah... 

Naturally two left rightover distance,

us cousins saluting the O, leaving the know, 

ledging the fight to butter me

up, but a cup, or dozen - if you want it that way.

#WorldPoetryDay2020

On this cavity day
the roof he raised
wanted fixing sharp-like.
His mouth deserted
theatre, appropriate,
as all his plays were shite.

A Flight of Tanka

Roots stop you falling

Over in gusts of mean world

Syndrome permaink

Dries home like you knew you should

Have done it over the sink 

More or Less the Street these days

<More or >Less the Street these days

<frontstep smokers
<coffshop q
photers>days2
decidedogs
<pretense>
actual<jogspotters>
lonecrowds<funders
+whitelightning
<skivecatch sleeplambs
<roaddigs lovinit
+urgencybereft
<roughsleepers scratchin4
owtyou greedyfux
haveleft>grit <in <on

C20-20 Tanka

Century twenty 

High wasted worsted hat held

Parted suit he slew 

Thousands with innactive roots

We stood like puds and we knew

Bogroll Bandits

To the unarmed in
paper wars may yours
be moral vict'ry.

May shits befall these
hoarding haves these bog
high roller bandits

yanking chains so snapped
be their cerebral
corticies ev'ry
time pulling levers.

Upon Watching Dasies by the Stream (21 Tanka Strong)

Everything's going

Bad in thisworld these spoons are

Heavy he lurves in

Jicin probably

Wining too at the nextstop 

Massive carnation

Uncle fallower straw gobs

Yazz and the Sarcas

Tick population waiter

Nervousia catering 

Uptie the prevel

Lence the smashup in gardens 

Of ee… would look at

That'll apple the tele

Phone to thecore baring knees

Tell me that it's nice

To be homestocking maybe 

I'll even hand a 

Pianotock bathingquart

Er… we've gone bad haven't we

Bug sees mallard all

Alone at the tablefork 

In the road but a

Fly would have seen it all poss

Abilities to climb a

Bove it all belong

In not withstanding of which

This century do

You hear me fortepia

No screen scene last for ev'ry

If only i was 

Young no fun here today say

Sit you in fiddle 

Tip sigh's sister went to get

Some sugar we're on fire

Sleepless right to sauce

Age the repellent ogór

Key is the posse

Billity to lonely want

Fruittreats and battrees thinking

Pushup theory may

Be a net gigglegain till

The next fishfaces 

The rate of what it's got on

Platechase the polkacrossing

Clangsoots can't think of

Anything new to do in

Bloomdraws of horrid

Wars of erase meant for him

As Gretel's all het up like

Here's a littlepen 

To shake of course i don't like

You at all where've you

Been at the endstalking to 

You I am stalking to me

Scissor the exam

Pull the other yolk cutout

The middling man

You are not registered here 

You don't work something should be 

Happening roses

Read the ladies one should try 

Ev'rything rolling

Grassnet brassneck bound ary

And houndedout with the old

In with the duo

Spit the bikes lack the something

River the turn and

Age the process meet the nay

Say the bears in semaphore 

We exist the locks

Sheet thebed fire thecast off

Direct the liars

Much patter does it matter

Upslicers to the latter 

Milk the up weightdown

The dumbdonkey butchery 

Pin the firstneedle

On escape the nourishment 

Banquet the approval task 

Feel the food the saw

Neck the eyeball swan the slur

Pick the horse and mend

The skip for waist going down

The dip in my green matter

Quick it's too heavy

Plenty the salutation 

Dish the fish tata

And on to the next and on

This need the mustof foodfights 

Panel the query 

Sup the resta strike this orb

But never forget 

To dance all wrong etude to 

Dally the lobsterphone in 

Phobic chandelier 

There is only one way to

Mend what's been destroyed

Even if they had a chance 

Would probably lookalike

This all pretty whis

Per happy and goodandpink

Blue on this think is

It you or who that's ever

In the verge of gin rid fin

TheToriesTheToriesTheToriesTheToriesTheToriesTheTories (tanka)

Parked up in war face

These didactic caravans

Flog knock off canada geese

Down the London Great Pony

Show you can you can you can