Lovers
Lovers
They had stopped by a lay by
He had left his car, the motor running
There was so little time.
Sat in her car kissing and fumbling
Loins afire and hearts of betrayal.
There was so little time he had to go home
To his wife and she had a husband.
Poor couple I hope they wake up in time
Stolen love is transient
But its consequence devastating.
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In From The Cold
In from the cold.
They have not chosen me
they have chosen salami
for breakfast, only
because I’m a thin sliced
chicken breast.
Have they no taste!
Bread crumbs and spies
sitting outside eating salami
on crusty bread,
miles away from real butter.
While just around the corner
there is a deli
selling salt beef and pickles.
Have they no taste!
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New Superpowers
The sleeping giant
We unthinkingly awoke
Is a dragon
Seeks nourishment in Africa
Too late to slay it now.
The omnivorous
Treated as a dancing bear
Has the sharpest claw
Doesn’t care for intruders
Bellicose roars at prowlers.
Curried red saffron
Delightful mystery land
Temples and doctors
Snakes slither in grass though
Lethal if you are barefoot.
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Dance Macabre
Dance Macabre
Soon we all will all look
30 when we die,
which will please undertakers?
Death will be called a voyage,
on an everlasting cruise ship
and the purser will send
festive cards
from romantic ports.
No, grand dad is not dead he is resting
and he is wearing makeup because he is going on
a passenger ship to be dancing partner
for old ladies.
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The Unanswered
A mass murderer
Should there be room for pity
A crime so awful
Yet he was born an infant
Innocent eyes seeing the world
Forgive our hatred
If we have not the power
To forgive his sins
Forever we see him as a ghost
An echo of forbidden thoughts
From all minarets
The cry of one rightful god
A dominant faith
Too much for a godless land
Can we defy its command?
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The War Of Shame
The War of Shame
Europe’s grand war
It was given permission
By US Of A
To conduct a war on its own
And Europe screwed it up
Leather boots on sand
Send in the Norwegians
Once occupied
They like to be invaders
Proper tiny fascists do
Like to blow up tanks
Calls it defence of freedom
Obese arsed twits
Inbred political elite
Saudi kingdom of the North
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Sartorial
Sartorial
Tried on a striped
Blue suit
It made me look like
A fat zebra
Asked the shop girl
If they had a mirror
One that could transform me
Into my conceited
Self image
She said sorry, but no
Bought a bigger suit
Pearly black hides the fat
Off the rack,
Just like that
White turtle neck jumper
A Mercedes icon
Around my neck
God! I look a stylish man.
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The Virtuous
The Virtuous
Two bodies entwined
in the malleable light of a spring night.
I will love you forever, she said.
In June she married Fred.
I thought it must have been a mistake,
and waited.
When Fred died thirty years later,
she, unseemly, quickly married Carl.
I knew it was no point waiting any longer,
her words had been a bit of fluff on
the pillow of love.
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a Naruto
A Naruto
I try to get up,
they are all over me,
must be dwarfs.
This mysterious house
at the edge of a forest,
how did I get here?
Amongst depraved people
born to be sinful.
They shrike like animals,
featherlike as small children
Night alleyways,
dark laughter follows me,
stilettos and moonlight.
I run on sand, see a ship,
behind me church bells toll.
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Cracks In The Mirror
Cracks in the Mirror
The ship’s gone, sailed without me,
alone in a hotel room I sweat and try
to stop my hands from trembling;
they threw me ashore, the bastards;
I looked nonchalant walking down
the gangway, two fingers in the air;
I have to leave this room, must walk
tall, I’m a real tough guy- get that right-
but first I need a little drink or two.
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