BOARDING

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poem, poetry, Torture, waterboarding

BOARDING

my poem
spurts out in
a torrent of fear

saying what you want
me to say
what I think
you want me to say

I do not know
what to say
and so
I divulge everything
ever imagined

my mind has gone
it has second guessed itself
beyond recovery

and still I must speak
tell everything
who have
nothing to say

we are drowning in my words
I am
already dead

the floor is covered in truth
it is already inches, millimeters deep

I cannot say how many exactly
this is not the name of this game

BONKING

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Big Ben, bong, BREXIT, British, poem, poetry, political, satire, sex

BONKING

we will be bonking
whilst you
all be
bonging

we be
doing the delicious
whilst you be
hammering on
our doors

demanding we
telling us to
begging
that we
join

do the full blockhead
prance fat pants

knowing that you
are the cream of
the crop, the
genetic apogee

but
forgive us
if we
deign to

if we keep
sexy self
to sexy self

for – talking
of cream – we
are too
busy
bonking

kind of cultural, social, economic exchange
you wouldn’t understand

ALL PRAISE

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Bacchae, Dionysus, imprisonment, Pentheus, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, prisons

ALL PRAISE

“And here I stand, a god incognito, …”

All praise to the god of prisons
whom we secretly
and not so secretly worship

sometimes our worship
so thrilling it just
has to go inhumane

the time long gone
that we ourselves could
be imprisoned
for our love of prisons

outside we see
the god who hates prisons
escape right
before his jailer’s eyes

tear the King who incarcerated him
locked him up, shackled and chained him
up into
mincemeat

this after really spectacular degradation

we need
to build our prisons stronger, the cells smaller
to make sure no god of
excess is able
to treat we who carry the
spirit of Pentheus and
his penitentiary
with such naked and candid disrespect
humiliate all who
share our

strict and necessary human beliefs
in so cavalier, libertarian and chaotic a way

EASTER POEM

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Christmas, Easter, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire

EASTER POEM

the fascist vans are
riding around
free and easy
Christmas carols
out their megaphones
and it isn’t even
Easter

and there in the library
your books still stand
not being burnt
on the street corners
quietly excised neither

and so, forgive me,
I have to ask you

what the fuck
what the fuck

are you
doing wrong?

FOR THE BETTER

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choice, fork, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, roads

FOR THE BETTER

two roads

the one tarred
the other
feathered

the one you tried to
scare me off
the other: there
you would dragoon me down

the one
overgrown
Infested with wild animals

the other
multi-lane with
signs and billboards
road regulations

field and forest
quite fenced off

I haven’t got far
my feet
needing to
shush their presence
be moccasined

whilst you streak out along that road
not knowing when
you will hit
launch speed

leave the planet
(your departure so much for the better)

DEAD END

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dark, Light, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken, writing

DEAD END

the road not taken

the lesser road, more circumspect
along which you and the others
did not rush
headlong, chasing the fantasy

that in some crazed allegiance
you might be brothers
in and
under the skin

brothers in one wild cause
one will, one feeling

but I was making
slow but good headway down
the other road

moving off in another direction
not looking for something.
but finding
enough to
lead me, feed me

if, when you return from
following your dead end
I will explain, perhaps
if you
would allow me

teach you
something

CLOWN AT THE CROSSROADS

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art, clown, crossroads, Music, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Robert Johnson

CLOWN AT THE CROSSROADS

clown at the crossroads
(no Robert Johnson devil)

did I say crossroads?
I meant fork
in the road

clown said

take the left hand path
the left hand path

it’s sadder
and more lonely

more infinitely true
for artistic perspective
which road

I took
too

there being no
joy in comedy

but awesome and
terrible
the
revelation of life

revelation
of life

PLUG

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BREXIT, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire

PLUG

BREXIT is
taking the masala
out of the curry

is
putting the piss
back into
the body politic

it’s imagining a purity
beyond washing up liquid

investing in
a humanity that
is only
skin deep

in a language that
has been debased
so much it’s
hardly worth
writing
hardly worth speaking

a sort-of island garden
that went down
the hole
when you
pulled out the plug

MANY BELLS DOWN

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Boris Johnson, BREXIT, Britain, British, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, wordplay

MANY BELLS DOWN

ring the bells
the church bells

ring every single bell
to celebrate Brexit

a world where
you will
no longer
queue in
gray line

for all
the love your need

and there
will be mountains
of free ice cream

DAY JOB

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Boris Johnson, BREXIT, Britain, British, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, wordplay, writing

DAY JOB

don’t give up
your day job
Mr Big Ben Bong

not much hope there
of showing a
dab hand at poetry
that alliteration still

clanging all wrong
unsound in my head

this bitch of a Brexit
better do better than that