Death, Sex and Violence


To put it in the Title

to me seems Sadly Vital


You have to Grab Attention

with Poetic based Invention


The Masses just want Action

to give them Satisfaction


It’s Bloody Death and Sorrow

that’ll bring them back Tomorrow


When its Culture that you’re after

turn to Shakespeare, Blake or Kafka


The Best of us are Dead

Unmarked, Un-missed, Unr...

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July goes out with a bang

walls collapse inward

port-a-loo effluence falls as rain


The sniper eats his breakfast

a fine dust of asbestos layers his tongue

his fingernails split by ricochet’d brick


Waking with his door like a coffin lid atop him

the room disappears into a falling sky

neighbours stagger blind like ghosts looking for shoes


And still the ...

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Kufr ul-Inkar Kufr ul-Kurh


Skeletal Gospels

omit good news.


Skip to Revelations,

Apocalyptic view.


Eastern Gate still walled up,

Chalice spilling, poisoned Cup.


Ascension cancelled,

stampede ensues


thousands dead, trade wings

with shoes.


Angels and Demons playing ceasefire football,

lobb grenades against The Wall.


The Temple falls as fools rise up,


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Let everything happen


Don’t start with a The an I or a Where

Abandon conformity to Devil-may-Care.


Drink under a Yard Arm by light of The Moon,

Don’t stifle excitement albeit too soon.


Things come in Chaos and things come as Planned

That often are crushed by the well meaning hand.


The truth is whatever is can’t be second guessed,

As all those before us will never attest.

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Spin Boldak


Poached people in a Sea Container,

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A Corner Shop with a Taliban retainer,

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A White Desert frontier town,

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A Dead Martyr’s Shrouded gown,

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The last place of a Call to Prayer,

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Freighted refugees abandoned there,

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A memory never meant to share,

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In The Fields of Evermore


I had a friend who flung himself away

to the corner of a foreign field,

Leave no man behind they’d say

He lays there still today.


Sometimes my injury cripples me

how no one else can see it,

I think of his limbs cast randomly, 

Of my anger and how to free it.


They buy poppies and wear wrist bands

their gratitude on Display, 

They think they see it all. 


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