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Master of Greed.
I wish I were the Master of Peace,
there'd be no tears of war, no suffering, no grief.
No evil, No corporations, No governments and No Police.
I wish I were the Master of Pain,
For it's such a sweet, pleasurable learning.
No anger, No shame.
I'd teach those who exploit, that our life is not your gain.
I wish I were the Master of Place,
I'd spread my wings from ag...
Tuesday 6th September 2022 3:51 pm
Cinquain #2 (Tired)
Tired
of taming lions,
of dark, eyeless mileage,
of piloting this wondrous ark,
of you.
of dim-heart-riots
rotting fleshy timber,
of all the cages - rusting through
and through..
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:14 am
Untitled
To lose yourself whilst everyone forges their own image of you,
Conforming to societies norms in order to see life through.
Do you succumb and forget the part of yourself which you once true?
Tuesday 2nd March 2021 10:14 am
new year
Another New Year’s Morning.
Smoked and smooth-whisky aged brain with a stab in the right temple.
Start as you mean to go on.
The primary glee of proverbial blank slates fresh starts new year new me (new you, hopefully)
Rubbing my hands together and over the smooth cream pages of 2021
Ready to splatter in powder paint blue red yellow black pink pink pink..
A Ne...
Friday 8th January 2021 11:22 pm
Crumbs from the table
From birth to 53
I was told work set you free
To earn those choices
A house and a car
The girl of my dreams
A pension to stretch far
Work hard for the man
Don’t look for a sham
If you do you might see
Them laughing at me
The crumbs they allow
Because you disavow
Your instinct and soul
You’ve scored an own goal
To please the big boss
He doesn’t give...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 12:10 pm
A Tweet Moved Me to Say
I will
play my harmonica haphazardly.
make a joke with no one to laugh but me.
improv a jazz song to my cat Curry.
take a photo of what’s right in front of me.
I am not a product.
Wednesday 2nd October 2019 10:11 pm
This Is Capitalism
We live in a society of sanitized brutality.
Austerity increasing exponential wealth disparity, despairing for community.
Who has put a price on life to ration out a tiny slice,
and grip us in their vice, disguised as moral order righteousness?
Pretenders to the throne, to throw us only scraps and bones.
The corporations profit all by raised invoice and taxes slashed,
as ...
Wednesday 29th May 2019 12:28 am
Round and round
Galileo once said the earth was round.
Round and round we go.
Why do we cling to broken things.
Round and round we go.
I had a dream it was truth.
Round and round we go.
One small step for man. One giant leap forward for mankind. Forwards and backwards.
Round and round we go.
The rise and fall of rome. High tides, low tides flow back to the sea
Round and round we go.
This god, ...
Sunday 26th May 2019 2:28 pm
Modernity
What bid the upper spheres to roll
about our grandly tomb of space,
in wild misanthropic patrol
propelled by some unknown faceless grace,
the same who bids all landless work?
for wage sustaining slavery,
and fashion law that government dirk
to prolong their own sad tyranny,
all this we must endure without tears
upon our once bright aeolian hearts,
where anxieties...
Friday 3rd August 2018 12:12 am
Culture
Pound shops and takeaways,
salons for grooming of
dogs and their owners
sit side by side.
Rancid fat acrid
in back alley junk piles,
settees and Christmas trees
slowly decay.
Damp homes
in damp climate
for cotton mill workers
no longer needed.
The forest of chimneys
now superseded
by new build in miniature,
room sizes shrinking,
l...
Friday 22nd June 2018 5:36 am
Canaries in the Mine
Canaries in the mine.
Kids that cut themselves.
New mums on Prozac,
Calpol poured down tiny throats.
Twelve year olds try ketamine
(already smoking weed).
Prepubescent boys
ask to drink girl’s pussy juice.
‘Mum, what does he mean?’
A teenage girl has overdosed.
Everybody’s glued to screens.
Can anybody see
canaries in the ...
Friday 8th June 2018 1:11 pm
The Making Of A Worker
The Making Of A Worker.
The lorry tips its rubble
On the road outside our house,
the privet hedge engulfed
in a primordial cloud of dust,
it drives away in chugging glee
having spilled its heavy load
and we stand and watch it go
as the carbon mountain settles.
The sergeant-major father
barks his orders at the troops
and our little hands clasp tight
the...
Tuesday 2nd February 2016 8:01 pm
SCUM
Hit the homes of the less, Hit the SCUM of the projects, Drop a few bombs in the Sub Culture Urban Market, target the future smokers, smoke the future dealers, pull up in them vans, hand out vans and a few packs of cigs, Fact 79 the name of the game, selling the idea of a pack newports, over the idea of packing for cruises to lands on new ports, grandmamas got them, baby cousins watchin', second h...
Sunday 22nd February 2015 10:24 pm
Capitalism Is Sick
How much is enough?
The question I ask
Of the shareholders rich
Who bring to talk
The board of a company
Who say times are tough
They only made billions in profits…
Disappointing, not enough.
Tuesday 29th April 2014 12:40 am
12/12/12
I wasn't dead,
just never alive
Turner Prize
gold medal
all for a dive.
A dyspraxic in a speedboat
as I struggled to swim
in shark infested waters
but I won't let them win.
The rewards of success
for creating a mess
an unmade bed
for an economy's left.
People can study
and some even praise
others are starstruck
...Wednesday 12th December 2012 3:02 am
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