Thursday 5 December 2013

POKELOGAN

Here she will come to rest, mother of weeds,
stanching into algaed waters,
grey waters, red and green
and brown. She will come to a slow.
A stir of mayflies on her surface. Among her reeds,
a slicked brown mammal slips under her skirts
and is mud. She comes slow grown down,
roots down into silt and stillness.

Among the cricket song a yellowed eye that blinks,
scales, a tail that fans the shallows.
The flit of dead leaves falling like drift rain.
She has come and will not come again.

Tuesday 19 November 2013

NO COMMENT

I wouldn't admit this if it were true.
Not to you. Wouldn't say I murdered
two elderly men or ran over a child.
I wouldn't admit to the rape 
of six nurses on a university campus.
I'd never let you swab my cheeks
for DNA without due cause.
I know my rights. I know that prisons
cannot hold me. I remember
the grin of the barman before
he poured those six martinis
in the lounge. He did not judge me,
even when I bust her lip and ran.
It's something everybody does.
Turn on the news and there I am,
an e-fit that was seen near the bank
just before the robbery. The police
are interested in talking to me
in connection with the incident.
That's not me in the reconstruction.
I was never there. They'll never catch me 
and I'll not come forward on my own.
You'd hate me for the things I'm rumoured 
to have done. I don't care. You think 
I'll never change and I won't. I'll never see 
the consequences if it means my life. 
Nobody will prove me wrong.


Thursday 14 November 2013

SWEET CHARITY

Dear Mr. Bates, please may I
apply to your foundation
for funds to build a hospital
in our country. You could visit
with a television crew
once the building was completed.
We might even name a ward
for you so you can come
in a helicopter and be photographed
speaking to mothers
nursing skeletal infants,
awaiting AIDS medication
and food. This one was raped
by militia after they had butchered
her son and husband
in the village square. Mr. Bates,
if you could not build a hospital,
perhaps a factory will do.
Our government is offering good rates
to foreign investors with a mind
to make our country great. Our people
are desperate for work
and money and food. Electronics
is the future, Mr. Bates, and our country
has the skills but not the means.
A six-figure sum could build a workshop
and a school. We would not ask
for much by way of wages.
I'm sure you'll find our terms
competitive. Think of all we could earn.

The ladies fan their sweat with jeweled hands
and sip Tom Collins. The gentleman kick back
with gin and slims, smoking finest Havanas.
They tip the waiters handsomely,
easing the pain of their savagery.

Wednesday 13 November 2013

IN NOVEMBER 13

for AG, RB, DP, AN, SM

Pope Francis says, "tie
the corrupt to a rock and throw
them in the sea." A man
living in social housing
instead of having a well-lit
second home may
count himself a failure.

In our society is a mass
sense of entitlement, induced
subliminally, but without much
subtlety. I tried that once.

Home office send a letter
to 7 year old boy
telling him to leave
the country voluntarily or
his departure may be enforced.

Jeez... Amidst death,
debris and desperation
a newborn human
learns to latch on.

The Yorkshire Post won't let me
run anymore adverts.
Gardinski replies;

"What if there is not enough ocean?"

Sunday 10 November 2013

SILENCES

After the bell strikes I think
of the seconds the bomb burst broke
the chatter and there was silence on the train.

In these silences I sometimes think
of deserts. Winston Churchill. Towers and castles
felled like forests. Che Guevara. Afghanistan.

No-one more silent than the dead.
Nothing more silent than the schoolroom razed by drones.
Nowhere more silent than the battlefield tomorrow.

Saturday 9 November 2013

LARDING

for SM

my knitting's knotted
stiff itchy wool
into chaotic bows
of colour clash
about my needle's
cold metal electrodes
that clitter-clack
with typewriter efficiency
untangling the yarn
from a misfitting cardigan
they spun to stiffness
unspooled like chevelled VHS
as they stitch and purl
out of sudden looseness
rough patchwork
that narrates
old neural pathways

See the original here

DOWN THE BLOOD

red as rain and thick as sludge
we got it coming down the blood
iron sodden northern mud
we got it coming down the blood

you're granda' knew he weren't no good
he got it coming down the blood
knocked dumb thick as wood
he got it coming down the blood

father'd never flinch or budge
he got it coming down the blood
cut a man to see him gut
he got it coming down the blood

I'd tek pussy when I could
I got it coming down the blood
slit my mother throat to cunt
I got it coming down the blood

red as rain and thick as sludge
we got it coming down the blood
iron sodden northern mud
we got it coming down the blood



Friday 8 November 2013

IMMIGRANTS

The shores are overrun with immigrants, flooding in
on high tide with the boats. False widows
hiding out in banana consignments and crayfish,
bigger than the native species, invading streams
the length and breadth of England. In some counties,
catching non-natives is legal due to the threat
to the indigenous white claws. They hate our laws.

Off the motorway, bodies swing at regular junctures.
Flies dizzy the corpses and beyond, at the horizon,
a distant city glows like an explosion. You drive fast.
Your headlamps, worrying the country lane hedge-bottoms,
riddle hares into the road. You are coming Deep South 
to the white folk. Here, their blood-cross flag swears
something gonna happen. Somehow.

Wednesday 6 November 2013

SHIPBUILDING MK II

I'm torn in two unequal parts by news
that one thousand seven hundred and seventy five lives
will be decimated by job cuts. In Portsmouth
shipbuilding will cease. Yet, can I grieve
that hands will not be put to beat hulls to carry
death machines to sand filled countries? It was not Bill
or Mark or Ged that gave diktats to the Middle East.
They just hit the metal where the man telled them.
These could be pleasure steamers
for all they care. The profits of their labours move
like dunes at night between the wealthy and the powerful.
It is sad. The harbour slimed with seaweed is silent save the smack 
of waves against the concrete breakers where hammers once clanked. 

Tuesday 5 November 2013

BONFIRE NIGHT

I'll turn Fawkes under rain slicked leather,
humping the explosive in a waterproof rucksack,
my dimmed torchlight making for the cellar.

My fingers thread the wires, red and black,
round the silver pins on the ignition device.
I've rigged the whole basement; front and back.

Tonight I'll exterminate the filching lice,
in their Armani and ermine supping their scotch.
The bastards above are parasites.

And when the fireworks blow I'll stand and watch
the bursts, the sparks that flame and ember
until Parliament is razed by white-hot scourge.

Every fifth of November I know they'll remember
that lions can bite when kicked from slumber.


Tuesday 22 October 2013

A REVOLUTIONARY TO HIS TIM'ROUS LOVE

When I began to change myself
into another language, I felt nervous
because I thought the whole world
was coming in me. And because I was affected
I needed a Big Bang
and I can explode matter like Fascists.

So it seems that when you saw the explosion
you felt frightened
because you'd thought to cling to dreams
of golden mountains singing Free Markets.
It sounds like you need security.
I can give you power in place of dreams.
How about it?

Sunday 18 August 2013

ILL TREATMENT BY HUSBAND

The first bowl of porridge was too hot.
The second bowl of porridge was too cold.
The third bowl of porridge was never right.

He sat in a chair that was too hard.
He sat in a chair that was too soft.
He smashed a chair over her head.

In the bedroom he treated her roughly.
In the bedroom he kissed her neck tenderly.
In the bedroom he near-half strangled her.

One night three bears broke into the kitchen
and disturbed the contents of cupboards and bins
and nobody has seen him since.




Friday 16 August 2013

HEREDITARY PREDISPOSITION

genome twists the 
follicle makes the 
melatonin whitens the 
balance falters the 
heart quickens the 
life shrivels the 
penis squirms the 
scrotum tightens the 
diaphragm hiccups the 
hand grasps the

Monday 12 August 2013

KICKED IN THE HEAD BY A HORSE

i.m. IT

A police horse. Horseshoes. Metal. A riot helmet. Hooves.
Knock, knock. Broken jaw. Fetlock. Mane. A splintered fibula.
Minor injuries. Bruises. A booted shin. Accident & Emergency.
Temporary loss of vision. Stroke. Strike. A heart attack.
Knock. Shattered humerus. Who's there? POLICE. A bust Yale lock.
Fingers in a door jamb. A fat lip. Torn eyelid. Lesions.
These are polished heroes on parade. Medals. The door on the chain.
Community trust award. Shield. Riot squad. Boots. Stampede.
Bust. A police horse. Halter. Stirrup. Bit. Neck. Reins. Noose.

Friday 26 July 2013

INTEMPERANCE AND BUSINESS TROUBLE

In The City, sunlight turns the air to melted ice-cream
sending city bankers to the ale house for their lunch
to souse the fires with Staropramen. Thermometers pop
at the sound of the trading bell and seeping buboes 
weep in the underarms of short sleeved linen shirts.

This one, three sheets gone, makes a gamble he can drink
the afternoon dry. The afternoon responds with rain.

Sunday 23 June 2013

HOW THEY MADE THE BETTER WORLD

for AH, RB, CF, JW, NF, TH

Anna plucked the sunshine from the dusk
Rachel raised the catflap to let the mice out
Cheryl fashioned time from the silvered workings of a watch
Jenny printed money on torn copies of The Advertiser
Nuala distilled love from a column of lonely-hearts
Tracy drew speech from stones

Tracy drew speech from stones
Anna plucked the sunshine from the dusk
Nuala distilled love from a column of lonely-hearts
Rachel raised the catflap to let the mice out
Cheryl fashioned time from the silvered workings of a watch
Jenny printed money on torn copies of The Advertiser

Wednesday 19 June 2013

SLEEPING WITH THE DINOSAUR

for BC, MF, AC, JMG, SG, SM, SD, BM, CF, GF, GT, MG, SB, JR, NF, AN, SJ, BW, AG, LCB

We haven't woken up. The dinosaur's still here.
Ireland, Greece, Italy, Spain, Portugal, Cyprus, who's next?
I wouldn't really blame U2 entirely, but still...
We both work and struggle; are we wrong?
Ireland, Greece, Italy, Spain, Portugal, Cyprus, who's next?
Lucky to be working, but still struggling on.
We both work and struggle; are we wrong?
Money's too tight to mention, just an illusion.

Lucky to be working, but still struggling on.
We are lambs slaughtered for the bankers' sins.
Money's too tight to mention, just an illusion.
We've been fucked over by some elite psychopaths.
We are lambs slaughtered for the bankers' sins.
This is why I get no pay rise.
We've been fucked over by some elite psychopaths.
Bankers sank us and now we pay shit.

This is why I get no pay rise.
Break off your landlord's nose and sell it.
Bankers sank us and now we pay shit.
Counting every penny because every penny counts now.
Break off your landlord's nose and sell it.
Turn down the downturn. Frivolity. Spend. Spend. Spend
Counting every penny because every penny counts now.
Infinite growth on a finite planet is insane.

Turn down the downturn. Frivolity. Spend. Spend. Spend.
Pay frozen for 4 years! Where's my bonus?
Infinite growth on a finite planet is insane.
Economic plummet has Great Britain on her knees!
Pay frozen for 4 years! Where's my bonus?
Many paying for the greed of a few.
Economic plummet has Great Britain on her knees!
Banks, unregulated, made hay at expense of poor.

Many paying for the greed of a few.
My dead cat would make a better Chancellor.
Banks, unregulated, made hay at expense of poor.
Stealing from the poor, 'banking' up the rich.
My dead cat would make a better Chancellor.
I wouldn't really blame U2 entirely, but still...
Stealing from the poor, 'banking' up the rich.
We haven't woken up. The dinosaur's still here.

Sunday 16 June 2013

DECIDEDLY ENTIRELY

Unequivocally, altogether, clearly
by public vote

and for aught we can do invariably wicked,
and for aught we can ever do invariably wicked.

Contingent that all of these products,
wholeheartedly against/opposed to this idea

immensely, moderately, nearly, perfectly
too socialised. I convicted myself to soft blanket.

Thursday 13 June 2013

WASP



for DM


To me they have no use, I was told.
I've been told and I am told?

A combination of the present and the past
is now suddenly suppressed since
1953? Look at this! This site 

is intended to help you reflect on your own beliefs and practices
that you want to banish anyone who is different
to an island out of the way?

It is a long distance from where
you really belong is a DISASTER!

Anaphylaxis deaths are reported.

Tuesday 11 June 2013

YAN DAUDU

I did not want to watch pornography or boxing.
I wanted to sew or knit.
I can knit pornography for you very nicely
if you like.

I did not want to be doctors or construction workers.
I wanted to be nurses and secretaries.
I can construct secretaries for you very nicely
if you like.

I did not want to be self-confident and aggressive.
I wanted to be passive and submissive.
I can be passive aggressive for you very nicely
if you like.


Monday 10 June 2013

JAUNDICED OUTLOOK

"His books often has spaceships in them. And those spaceships have extremely odd, poetic names. Like:"

i.m. IMB

I wonder if I will turn yellow
in space. I worry I will turn
yellow in space. I turn yellow
in space. The earth will turn
yellow in space. Turn yellow
in space. The kidney will turn
yellow in space. Gall bladder turn yellow
in space. My sadness will turn
yellow in space. A mouth turn yellow
in space. No-one can hear if you will turn
yellow in space. My bruise turn yellow
in space. My pancreas will turn
yellow in space. They say I'll turn yellow
in space. They say I will turn.

Sunday 9 June 2013

MY GRANDFATHER DIED

My grandfather died on Monday?
My grandfather died this morning?
I just got news that my grandpa died?

Death of grandfather.
For my grandpa.
Grandfather death poem.

He died in the early hours of this morning.
It was expected.
He's been ill for decades.

He hasn't been able to speak.
My stupid dying grandpa.
My grandfather is dead.

I live in a different country.
I couldn't even cry.
I knew the peas would have an answer.

How do you feel about Tony dying?
How do you feel about Tony dying?

Saturday 8 June 2013

OZYMANDIAS

"The worst of it, though, was what Morgan did to the poem. All of his filchings so far have involved his altering the original, usually making small or very small changes to the text but always changing the title, a puerile gesture of concealment."
— Charles Hartman here

for CH

As the poem paces down Main Street,
I shaved my fathers for the first time. The sun's going to rise.
Leaf.
Everything the hand of man lets fall is perfectly unlike
summer coming to term in cicadas' dozing.

Fire inside the lantern. Roots in Earth.
I surprise myself, don't you? Look at these books, this garden,
bear that weight.
The sun gives up and lets go of the horizon —
has no money, is proud of not having any money.

LIFTED

for BM

It is noisiest here in this middle place,
He made certain preparations. He attended to the birds.
The stars above Alzon.

behind the house, out of sight.
clear sky above the ocean,
and, as usual
was still there, snoring softly, while the children were
of crossing the road;
I was the man who was extraordinary.

other friends in bars and sports clubs, and soon we had a

The bathtub was simply full of the victim.
'Invisible Mending', but no-one went in or out.

Adam and Lazarus were never seen again.

somehow hidden:
while so much of my father was missing.





as a freedom sound (do not cherish memory): which is

river, which of course they cannot see: the park is


There are new words for love
Benevolence and Hope and Dichtergeist.



and drawing room and wealth
has started to croak something,


Wednesday 5 June 2013

BORG

for RB

My campaign of reinventing myself
b/c of some bad things
from the HBO original series,
Star Trek TOS or TOS
and also know as terms

of use and terms and
conditions, are rules which one
must agree to abide by
the following code of conduct
for Members of the House

of Lords on the standards
of conduct expected in them.
The committee fulfils this role
by gathering and exchanging information
and experience to identify labour

market policies that provide adequate
protection to workers without impeding
resource reallocation. For LICs the
AUI and DUI for AUI
did not match any documents.

offgoogle.com welcome. offgoogle.com is here
for you to submit your
t-shirt ideas. Please find it
here. However, if you have
any further questions, please contact

Monday 3 June 2013

A WASTING SONG

for DB

Travelling east
from Westminster
on the Jubilee line,
you lose one year
off your life
for each stop
you don't get off at.

Ulcers on the feet which go untreated.
Violence from passers by.
Unable to wash or shower on your period.
Being discharged from prison to the streets.
Exhaustion from walking around at night.
Being scared.

Westminster
Waterloo
Southwark
London Bridge

People are quick
to tell you to pick
yourself up.
Premature death.

Bermondsey

I shoplift for basics —
milk and bread.
People in their dressing gowns
at 3.30 in the afternoon.
Depression.
Black moods.
I live like I'm in prison.

Britain's big freeze.
The brutal Arctic blast.
A biting wind.
5000 deaths in a long, dead winter.

Canada Water
Canary Wharf

Oil and tar.

The body was still
in a bag at the scene
guarded by police
five hours after
it was dragged from the river.

A second body was recovered
by RNLI 
at 8.08 a.m.

North Greenwich
Canning Town
West Ham
Stratford

Something going down in #Westfield,
Popo and cordens.
Somebody got themselves stabbed in #Westfield.
Can't even get to Nando's.

RIP the young man
who got stabbed
to death today
in Stratford #Westfield.

It's a
sad
world
we live



Sunday 2 June 2013

EUROPE

for DB

Europe is indeed struggling to remain consistent faced
What seems to be happening is the old
Although crude racism has somewhat given way for
Not just the indignados and occupiers, but also
The bad guys of this story are not
They try to address the disaffected, the people
It showed the horrors committed in the ghettos
Populations have been traumatised by the widespread rise
Apart from strong anti–Germany and anti–EU protests, the Athenian
The Greek elections witnessed the rise of anti-establishment
While the need for political sobriety has never
The far left is increasingly a stabilised, consolidated
They ranged from right–wing populists and nationalists to
In France, a number of anti–Zionist parties on
Clearly anti–semitism in Hungary is on the rise
Others broke away from the Communists much earlier
In Greece, since the tortuous collapse of the
It is absolutely crucial how this anti–immigrant explosion 
We are all voting for Nazi's because Europe
The defeat not only led to a falling
Other nations have seen the rise of nationalist
For most of the twentieth century, the hope


CAMPFIRE

say, "Why don't you talk?"
get mad at me for going

ignore his staff's advice
get us into this war

deal carefully with Anselm's reply
strike a man with a baton

salute death as the central, defining fact
worship objects that can neither hear nor see

fear the laws where you are headed

Friday 31 May 2013

THE BENDS

for PS

First, you get really, startlingly tired.
You should find some other food source.

Weight loss. I simply didn't dream.
The thing I missed most was the fizz.

I usually drink a lot of water and juice
to help me deal with life.

After three drinks you lose control.
After four drinks you lose count.

I believed I had a broken record
in my head. A very mild, yellow hue.

It all depends on what a biopsy says.
I get a tingling sensation over my body.

I left the country for a year.
I had a bad temper. My gambling increased.


Tuesday 28 May 2013

SO BITE ME

So I'm faced with a dilemma;

It’s a red meat, quite fatty,
and extremely fragrant. After eating dog
beef seems tasteless. 

form an alliance

Meat from younger horses
is lighter in colour. People use it similar
to the way they use beef.

or find out what budgie tastes like.

Cat meat sells for $1.32 a pound.
Young cats are tender. The animals are raised 
the same way cows are.

I'll lick my bits and ponder on it.

Saturday 25 May 2013

THE ROBOT SHOWS ITS WORKING

or HOW THE ROBOT CAME TO LOVE THE ROBOT

for AA

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THE ROBOT DECLARES ITS LOVE

for AA

You I You You I You You I
You You I You You You You You
You I I You I I You You
You I I You I I I I
You I I I You I I You
You I I You You I You I
You You I You You You You You
You I I I I You You I
You I I You I I I I
You I I I You I You I 

Friday 24 May 2013

FAX MUSIC

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*I would like readers to record their own versions of the fax music and post them in the comments or on the facebook page here

Wednesday 22 May 2013

IN THE FRENCH

for AA

horse/hair
slippers/sausage
Cinderella/ashtray

SESTINA FOR ANDY OWEN COOK

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Monday 20 May 2013

"FOR DAVE FRANCO" BY FRANK O'HARA


"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name"
— Thinking of Dave Franco

Dave Franco
actor
verified USA
eager to be everything

For all we know
real excellence is? it's
all in this world
never not unwatching
certain scenes of you
over and over

"FOR CHRIS HEMSWORTH" BY FRANK O'HARA


"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name"
— Thinking of Chris Hemsworth

Chris Hemsworth
headliner
reared in Australia
is capable of everything
some success

Have you considered what
excellence is? it's
making the audience
sweat
with everyone else
open pored
reeking of gymnasium
tooled muscle
hammered never not unsmelt

Wednesday 15 May 2013

"FOR DOMINIC COOPER" BY FRANK O'HARA


"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name"
— Thinking of Dominic Cooper

Dominic Cooper
omnific
made in UK
indefatigable at being
never nothing
if anything
continuous

Can we know what
overwhelming excellence is? it's
open to all
persons of admissible age
engaged in whispers
reverent and never not unhushed 

Tuesday 14 May 2013

"FOR ADAM DEACON" BY FRANK O'HARA


"A leaving word in the sand, odor of tides: his name"
— Thinking of Adam Deacon

Adam Deacon
dramatiser
assembled London
mean to everything

Do we know what
excellence is? it's
all in this world
cut short
or never cut or
never not uncut

"FOR LIAM HEMSWORTH" BY FRANK O'HARA


"A leaving message in the sand, odor of tides: his name"
— Thinking of Liam Hemsworth

Liam Hemsworth
imitator
assembled Australia
means to be everything

Have you considered what
excellence is? it's
making the audience
sweat
with everyone else
open pored
reeking of gymnasium
tooled muscle
hammered never not unsmelt