Millitanka

At the Elephant

Hotel in the drip of grink

His military

Memory face washed in the

Veteran inactive sink

Peak not a Haiku

The comedic peak

Went to his head as he grew

Faux beef in his online shed

Cereal Modern Tanka

I heard a smartphone

Pop was just a kerb lad crack

King caps official

Missed the flop of confetti

Wet in council paving snaps

What The Hotel Saw - A Book Title Cut-Up #2

What the Hotel Saw

On the Abstract March

He'd found Somebody's Diary, 

After being kicked in the Balkans,

by Mi. 

'Marriage, Fren

Is Selected Seasons' said

The Permanently Blanc

Emperor's Expressionism. 

'Why the Hell Not?'

Said the Painter to the

Other Revalueshanary, 

'True Faith is the New Dope'. 

Where there were only

Three Clicks Left in the

Amorous Heart of Radetzky - 

Caught Running Poems across

The Tomb of the Hampshire Suburbs. 

In the Darkness

Of the Cabaret Clubs, with their

Modern Ornamentation, 

he was Bard, 

from The Art of Discourse. 

The Weaver's only Crime, 

was at Weakeners' Night, on the Tiles,

down the Wires, 

Spring Gobbing Into the Savoy, 

Direct.

Carol Smoke Tanka

Spine ladder maker

She's a fabric heroine 

Titanic try hard 

Reeler of deceit is the

Conceit in the underpast

Wrestling Modern Tanka

When I needle 'bout

Your trite swipe-right poetry

'ave a pop haystack

a right fucking go Lee sure

Bruises from falls from crab trees

Jorvik Bar Tanka

The bog's all Jorvik

Viking centre the bar set

Low could finish this

But pretends the stench is a

Message they never sent ya