Lorri Pimlott on Monstrous!
9 hours ago
Rattling through the low hills
in the darkness and the endless endless rain
the train is overcrowded
because the train is overcrowded
because the train is always overcrowded
and the conductor’s now a manager
a voice we never see
mumbling something through the tannoy
about weather and delays.
We used to have seats
now we stand
and this is progress.
the airwaves are full bey...
Monday 16th November 2015 5:37 pm
As I pish pash down the monstrous streets of Paris
The rain makes the cheap neon shimmer and shiver
I am approached by a creaking vagrant
Shuddering and Grunting
Coughing and Wheezing
He pushes a shopping trolley containing maize
I secretly wish he will pass me by
But of course he does not
‘Want some corn’ he asks
‘That’s maize.’ I say
‘That’s not fit for human consu...
Sunday 21st June 2015 2:08 pm
Thy pen; no mighty sword here preach
Where words, metallic, fall.
On blood-ink lines; stained city streets -
Oh time, thou horrors crawl.
Wrought freedom flits, it waxes, ebbs,
Whence censored bullets rain,
But fallow not among the dead
Doth liberty remain.
Copyright © Simon Austin 2015
Monday 12th January 2015 3:01 pm