Dancing in a Dark
Pack up my shadow Let me go Darkness becomes me. Fate slept, dreaming. The Castle Ruined, gapes open. I will leave myself behind me when I go. (Not just you) The interior I wear on the outside A jumper between…
Pack up my shadow Let me go Darkness becomes me. Fate slept, dreaming. The Castle Ruined, gapes open. I will leave myself behind me when I go. (Not just you) The interior I wear on the outside A jumper between…
A Lunatic’s View of the Remainder of the World Yesterday I met a raving lunatic named Jordan or some such. Well, it was my fault – I was out on the green, developing my brilliant new idea for making oldies…
Britz Shitz Amongst the Nations Brexitations! This Boris Blitz Defines The lines of glitz The Britz Snort up in bits And Bobs The nobs deride And chortle on the other side! While the Good Ship Brit Drifts Toward the cataract…
…as if they ever really went away! In a deeply unfair process, the Red Coffee Box was denied a Street Trader’s Licence. This was due to the opposition of Tory Councillor Joanna Biddle, with the assistance of the owner of…
Help! A strange thing is happening. Poetry is being published again! Some publishers have discovered that there is a real market for poetry. Recently my AD (Adopted Daughter) completed her first book of poetry and decided (with my encouragement) to…
In the Air There is no more fantastic than this This pent up portent this Conveyor of life and This endless roiling this Shredded heaven which Layered between ground and infinity Separates us From dust Searching for Mother A…
God watches every sparrow fall And every bomb fly by Then why does slow sweet cancer call Those innocent of nearly all To torment until they die? All religions lie my friend, all religions lie Was it God who…
With apologies to Lewis Caroll Twas brillig and the slimy Gove Did gyre and gimbel in the wabe All mimsy were the pussygrabs and the Trump he shat in spades “Beware the Putingimp my son! The jaws that bite,…
Ok, the Trumpets play, The brexit signs gleam and the prophets of doom Seem serene. The gloom Descends as the snow gathers. Friends! Would you rather bore The world with becoming Furled in the mire of despairing? Or go down…