I’m a David Irving denier,
to many people
this
is a controversial thought,
but in my opinion
he never existed,
freedom of speech mate,
see you in court…
(again)
I’m a David Irving denier,
to many people
this
is a controversial thought,
but in my opinion
he never existed,
freedom of speech mate,
see you in court…
(again)
Pity
The Gloves Industry
in the Summer months.
They’d pack it all in
& just go home,
if it wasn’t for wicket keeping
& carpal tunnel syndrome
…
1.
I want to be ambiguous
like Julius Caesar
playing Monopoly
with an octopus
on a Berocca comedown
– but that’s ridiculous.
2.
I want to write free verse
but all too often it evades me,
oh well – it’s not a poem unless it rhymes
& at least then I’m not that lazy.
& 3.
I want apathy
but any time’s fine with me.
All that stuff...
Pathos I stay there once, 'shouldn't have gone in July it was too hot. The wise old chorus they tried to warn me: 'Don't go outside without you factor 43' But in an act of hubris essential to any tragedy, I ignored them & now oh the pain & oh the agony...
Roll up
pound a strip
have a go
tombola,
bottle of wine
if you’re lucky
if not
Ebola
There’s a carpet burn
on my large intestine
& a textbook dead leg
in my still numb textbook head.
My mouth is in
my soapy heart
& my cheek in’s turned
the other tongue,
yesterday I tossed dust
at wasps & the illusory
until inevitably
I was stung.
But I didn’t cry or scream,
apply more cream…