Poetry

A mess of moss and broken dead wood underneath my boots my jacket, military handmedown had wire in the hood …

Five o’clock, the train slides past me endless, oiled and black like the thoughts of a leech I re-adjust in …

Known not to rhyme every line but when handling mandarins he damages egos of show-boating masters toting silk-cut toking cloaked …

Lucidly, he whispers nothings as sweet as the coke you mix with rum Glancing at her lips, chapped, his thoughts …

Skidding slightly slop on the floor! HOT PAN FIRE IN THE ALLY Put um out put um out fireman Cutlery …

Throw him a bone, he’s finally alone Looking like Johansson Lost, In Translation The scene where she stares out seeing …

I have a pack and a guitar and a coat and a bike What do you have? I have a …

Grey and raining outside I eat limes mindful of my lesion lines Mixed with water bought from the tortured boarder …

Whisky wheeze in England Sniffly nose and blackbags in England Twinkled rummy eyes in England Chainsaws carve up sad trees …

I’ll keep this sweet Because I’m sick of it myself, Of grabbing hands out asking And dithering musing public oozing …

Wake up! To stains and recollections Memory’s working overdrive To decide which words were reckless n which were wise Outside, …

Known by many as the Jack-of-Bandits with black hands like earthenware platters “In a jiffy” he’ll have it done, for half the …

Pitball grin, a real charmer Rowdy, crowding round a clown’s father The last plastered martyr of lager. Quite the sleeze, …

One who would whimper and whine while Preparing a presentation of a simple literary theme, Is now a maple mass …

Naw, we need more… BOOZE He said she wanta get used, Alright, but now where is she? I swear I …

Hey ho not paid again, Or paid for two days working ten But my books stack up higher higher Words …

Nothing but a place really So why do I feel Weak arms leaden and lids dreary Pull pull pull back …

Boring but I must be fed the Right stuff not The Voice not Alan Carr they aren’t fit for consumption …