Poetry Blogs (2013, guns)
The handguns took such little space
at the military fair in their glass topped case.
Would that I could have lifted the glass
caressed their cold hard reptile face,
but tracing the ruthless route they had travelled
how many lives had come unravelled?
and yet my desire was unabated
as separated from fact or fiction
as is gravity from weight and friction
Tuesday 12th April 2016 2:00 pm
This high brick wall borders East and West, a Cold War frontier that symbolises the divisions between two mindsets. A time of paranoia and of being taken away in the night, soldiers only following orders, you’re going to the East, not to be seen again as you’re an enemy of the state, Stassi style.
For those who resist and fight there is only one option, eliminate ...
Thursday 25th July 2013 6:26 pm
I wanna see 2 jet fighters go air to air.
Trying to kill each other.
Full range of weapons.
Beyond visual range.
Dodge the missile volley.
Short range heat seekers.
Get past that.
Knife fight in a fucking phone box.
Helmet mounted sights, off bore sight missiles.
of pilot and jet.
Friday 24th May 2013 9:41 pm
Yankee terror bombers fly overhead to bomb our cities and our military targets.
Stop them! Quick, into our Messerschmitt 109G’s.
Take off; rise up to do battle with the infidels armed with their fifty calibre super heavy machine guns. ...
Thursday 23rd May 2013 11:09 pm
I wrote this piece after the events at Newtown and crazy reaction from those deluded enough to think that more guns equals safer country. They have 300 million guns and one of the highest murder rates in the world. As a poet, as an American who is also british, as a father, I wrote this response.
HOW MANY MORE?
Where can I start, but the young ones, their hearts
Sunday 30th December 2012 4:50 pm