the scum on the news

~

the scum on the news  (  a  p o e m )




i curse then worse

the scum on the news

why stop at tuts

or pantomime boos ( ? )


all of the scum

coz scum run the news

they lie - 'tis true

with their scummy spew


it's scum o'clock

so on goes the news

piss politics

& shat ballyhoo


then terrorists

scare children on cue

the show goes on

& now

back to you

( x )

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mumbling stomachs

~

mumbling stomachs  (  a n o t h e r  e f f o r t (  i s h  )  )




mumbling stomachs with blithering fingers

erratic eyebrows

here's one for the thinkers


codes on those elbows - they're mish-mashed in tangles

clues on yon kneecaps

( hopefully ) plus ankles


adverbs in armpits are subtly stinking

eyelashes curse all

there's blinkin' 'n' blinkin'


dictionaries can't scratch mere surface lest manage

poetry clashes

with this body language

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( **** it )

~

( **** it )  (  m y  a f t e r n o o n  )





when it pours

then it pours

so you're drenched

then you're drenched


when your bones

they are soaked

when the earth's

thirst is quenched


but there's more

& still more

with no end

in sight yet


be that back

of that duck

when you're wet

then you're wet

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poetry’s a dick’ead diary

~

poetry’s a dick’ead diary  (  a  p o e m  )





poetry's a sad nymph weeping

poetry's a spring lamb leaping

poems are a bunch of words

that we shat out just like turds


poetry's a burnt flag blazing

poetry's half-part amazing

poems are a form of glue

solvent free ( killjoys, boo hoo )


poetry's a sort of anchor

poetry's a fuckin' wanker

poems are a startled herd

poems are a flock of birds


poetry's a dragon - fiery

poetry's a dick'ead diary

poems know a trick or two

yet they're tits

yes, this is true

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rush-job

~

rush-job  (  a  p o e m  )





each second counts

time now is squashed

great waves are tossed

against the cosh


not long have i

i'm in a rush

calm's far from here

distant its hush


& yet you there

you gently waft

with breezy ease

you swish then swash


sips of nectar

from supping cups

i'm in a rush

- don't hold me up -

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