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A poem from 2017

Doom, doom!

Gloom, gloom!

Boo, boo!

Boom, boom!

Foam, foam!

Shame, shame!

Blame, blame!

Same, same!

Fear, fear!

Smear, smear!

Unfair, unfair!

Liar, liar!

Failed, failed!

Falling, falling!

Bad, bad!

Sad, sad!

Death, death!

And it’s a “goodnight” from me!

Vulture

A poem from 1986

my beady eye settles upon you

from this branch where I am perched

and waiting

waiting until you die

before making my final vow complete

drunk on the wine of anonymity

I sit, bored

but daring to want you

for my self

to satisfy the blood lust

that settles within my bowels

I am the carnal vulture

I am always unfaithful to your memory

as I flirt in my imagination

she is nearly off guard

the silence

will soon break

and I will die

a carnal death

from within my black soul

RomCom

A poem from 2017

They met and fell in love

Upset, they drifted apart

After many near misses

They reunited with kisses

And lived happily ever after

Ker-ching!

Bad Memory Foam

A poem from 2017

I had forgotten all about you

Or so I thought

Sinking deep into the night

Suddenly caught

From nowhere, fear

In the pit of the stomach

For no apparent reason

Up you pop

Heart beating faster

Will it stop?

Like a bad smell that keeps coming back

Choking my throat

You are not real

A mere fantasy

Unable to harm me

I realise

Your chain is broken

You are the dim and distant past

Go back there

I am living

I am alive

Spit Hood

A poem from 2017

I want to be protected from you

I want a world where evil chokes itself

I want a world where those who would harm others are stopped in their tracks

Where criminals no longer exist because they can’t carry out their crimes

I want them obliterated as soon as the thought crosses their minds

I want a world free from danger

I want a world where the wicked are restrained

I want a world where there is only peace and justice

And here is that world

A world in which I don’t exist

A world untouched by human hand

A world still and quiet

A world in which there are no sounds because there are no ears to hear them

A world effectively desolate

A pre-Eden, incomplete

I want to be protected from myself

I want to breathe

I want to be good

I want to do what I want

I want you to respect me

Oh what a trade off

Free but not free

O Holy Bird

A poem from 2017

O holy bird

Give birth to my world

Bring me to life

O holy bird

Tell me tales of what will be

Make me the goal of all humanity

O holy bird

Descend on me

Show the truth to those who will see

O holy bird

Your power within me

From four corners people come to me

O holy bird

My friend, my brother

We smile and dance as we love one another

Splinter

A poem from 2017

Choose your ism

Stand back to back

Walk ten paces

Turn

And fire

Call your friends

Organise a hunt

Which witch will be your target?

Rabid and drooling

The innocent and guilty mown down together

A bloody mess

Cry for want of coherence

A common purpose

Disease of nations

Suppress freedom

Rule upon rule

A fairy tale ending?

One Lord - we tear Him into pieces and make Him fight for our cause, 
subjected to our narrow imaginations

One faith - splintered into factions, agreeing on the major things, 
split asunder by the trivial

One baptism - wash us clean, bury us in death, let us live as resurrected

One God and Father of all - forgive us