poems
simple equations
defiled swimming
the toilet crawl
the yeast stroke
trolling along
tight-lipped
in the diaper leg
of the triathlon
then it’s out for an antimicrobial dry robe
a flask of hot tea & antibios
a slick transition
to first position
and a bike ride fast as humanly possible
down the road to the nearest hospital
this royal throne of shareholders
this septic isle
set in a sewer sea
come dive with me
what life we’ll see
floating past
innocently:
KYjellyfish
tick
muckerel
tick
quarter pounder flounder
dabber, poopoise, jobster, squit
ah shit
and there’s absolutely nothing to be done about it
so I’m sorry if the seaside makes you vomit
but look at all our lovely profit
[FYI: Weil’s Disease is caught through infected water; its symptoms do NOT include a tendency to write musical theatre in the style of The Threepenny Opera]
it’s the economy stupid
Hang Seng, Nasdaq, LSE
all for one and more for me
branch to branch in the money tree
wave to the proles
with their begging bowls
while you lunch on profits and profiteroles
climate tanking, water polluted
don’t you know it’s the economy stupid
trickle down tax breaks, no regulation
fire & rehire without hesitation
zero hours for the population
control the press
hide the mess
the poison fruits of your success
suited, booted, deeply rooted
don’t you know it’s the economy stupid
big estates and super yachts
golden babes in golden cots
suckled on land the law forgot
Eton, Bentley
private entry
Goodwood, Cheltenham, Windsor, Henley
watch from the gates, money looted
now you know – it’s the economy stupid
the martians and the jupitans
you wouldn’t need
a psychiatry degree
to see
Jem’s psychotic
his voice hypnotic
his face a dramatic
mask of tragedy
fixed in calamity
his bald head shiny
his thick-lensed glasses thumbed and grimy
standing in the sitting room declaiming evil
a world of terror committed by people
with almond eyes, lifeless hands
the martians and the jupitans
they’ve taken over the army
the government, the political parties
they’re trying to stop me
with pills the evil doctor got me
but I won’t rest till they’re killed
and the pits are filled
with them evil, EVIL
martians and jupitans
y’understand?
they come down years ago
you know?
crazy but true
see these tattoos?
thas’ what they use
to control all men
I should never NEVER a’had them
I were jes a kid
it’s evil EVIL what they did
Emmerdale, EastEnders, Coronation Street
ah’m a big soap fan
it works a treat
makes life survivable and sweet
the only thing that works
while they’re out there making plans
the martians and the jupitans
