This is my street, the film proclaimed
an RT bus, a dustcart, camera
above eye level with a railway bridge one end
and a row of uniform terraces.
The plot, a warp and weft
of flash harry on the prowl
cars swung into kerbs.
Painted doxies and helpless wives
living tainted roles on London streets,
kiddies' dollys in the turb...
Friday 30th July 2021 5:51 pm
Baroness Browning is indisposed
upon her back covered in dust
she claws the unfamiliar air,
legs like sticks stuck out each side
the Baroness is in a mess.
Her feathers are ruffled
she's slightly kerfuffled,
a bantam like her deserves some decorum
but lice are no respecter of chickens
and have to be removed.
Her owner and daughter pat her with powder
Saturday 24th July 2021 10:23 pm
Bound as in a spider's last embrace
like a fly bereft of wings in air
shackled o'er a quarry's jagged face
my body slung for pleasure as in a dare.
On a wire suspended and marooned
imagination stretching just for sport
fearful of the gap I lie festooned
as if to walk the plank and count for nought.
Then like an eagle taking to the sky
plunge in mortal dread de...
Monday 19th July 2021 3:42 pm