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Cursed ghouls and ghosts demand revenge
colours will fade as our love fades
in the haze of a sweet afternoon, the
angler fish flashed light on the smooth
movements of languid pleasure moaning
from the bed.
You don’t look like your profile picture
Nigel said to John Lennon
more like Bob Dylan on speed
among the loss of time
and our love reigns
We were ...
Friday 15th July 2022 6:14 am
Bloodstains on blackboard tick
Down the panicked time
Spontaneous children calling
As a tragic register is taken
Drinking champagne from
Cups for Italian kings
In Sandringham the Queen’s bedside lamp blew
While in the Mariana trench deep down
Harry the Angler fish muttered a frantic phew!
As his lamp came on and he thought fuck it!
Time to go to town!
Friday 10th June 2022 9:08 am
The gods of war take their last biscuit
In darkness, there was a sharp white light
The flush of life, now intense, remembered.
Forgotten rooms of MySpace
Ghosts of lost connections
Livecake holograms line the empty
Windowless green walls. A Tower
PC waited for something to press his
LONG LIVE ANGER UNLIMITED!
Summertime should never die...
Friday 13th May 2022 7:25 am
Trailing long shadows ache and dissolve,
I just want to live in the womb warm flames of flesh
Nineteen year old poet in the waiting room
Trains turn up, like ideas, with no sense of
Past, present or future
Hidden deep in the ocean bottom, to
Wait for another time, a better world.
The love train arrived as he gazed
At her tight behind
A massive attack of d...
Friday 15th April 2022 11:04 am
Strange handshake, borrower
Plugs into deep sea darkness
John the Baptist turns
On the aluminium kitchen taps
The River Jordan has turned radioactive
Vultures in the gym flex and strain
Through cluttered concrete layers
Vultures pounding dents from floor removed
No electricity in the gym
Nigel talking about milkshakes
The monsters under the bed
Friday 11th March 2022 12:08 pm
Wallowing in darkness like warthogs in a pool
Horrendous December in the Gym
Under my duvet a donut prods my lust.
Outside the ambulance carries the lost prophet Susan
Through the slashing rain.
Channelling memories that everybody liked
More than joy, joyriding with sweaty socks leaving
A pile of charcoaled grief.
Grim and grimmer walked away
Without a gl...
Friday 11th February 2022 12:09 pm
The Queen’s Head hanged, another story from the Death House
Necks stretched and they are gone –
Jenny Wren farts in the face of the seagull scrambling
To gobble her up
Those who will steal your food for thought, that parasitic breath
Hung out to dry, to eaten in an afterthought, by the seagulls
It was still worth the joy, the hope and ways of love
But as the wi...
Friday 14th January 2022 5:42 pm