Tuesday, 31 March 2020

Sarajevo Airport

The dank outsider warmed to the concourse. 
The empty airport billowed in a flesh dream. 
They trudged home without work or word. 

Monday, 30 March 2020


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-scΓ¨ne was being thrown 

Into the box marked ballot
on Open Market Street

This is London
This is the 20s 

Saturday, 28 March 2020

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

Thursday, 26 March 2020

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.

Tuesday, 24 March 2020

Homework πŸŽ“πŸ’¬πŸ•΅πŸ€–πŸ‘»πŸ’£ 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

Sunday, 22 March 2020

If You Want It That Way

If You Want It That Way

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.

Saturday, 21 March 2020


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

Friday, 20 March 2020

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 

Thursday, 19 March 2020

More or Less the Street these days

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<roughsleepers scratchin4
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Monday, 16 March 2020

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

Sunday, 15 March 2020

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.

Monday, 9 March 2020

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 ogΓ³r
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

Sunday, 8 March 2020

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