Squirty Cream

A poem from 2018

This is an abomination

The devil in a can

A sweet treat

Fakery

Chicanery

This is an abomination

The masses lied to

Drip fed disaster

Keep on your toes

Hup hup hup!

This is an abomination

Under pressure

Chained to the system

Aspiration

The Joneses

Bread and Butter

A poem from 2018

A feast fit for a king

How we thought so differently when we were young

Pre-neurotic, we played out all day

No worries

Why did we have to grow up?

Why did the world turn so sour

Existential angst came and bit us

And we sighed, depressed

We stocked up on pills

All those labour saving machines

They just gave us more time to be unhappy

In booze in trust

A plethora of new gods flooded into our consciousness

Taste a bit of this

Drink a bit of that

Close your eyes and jump off that metaphysical cliff

What happened to those innocent, happy days?

We snuggled up

We were happy

Along came suspicion and mistrust

Hormonal anger

A catch-all excuse for bad behaviour

“Ain’t nothing your fault, it’s some syndrome, you’re the victim here”

What an unhappy bunch

Doped up on sex and drugs and tv

All the important things to a society that believes in everything and nothing

Brainwashed, we regressed to a previous life

Hypnotised to act like one abnormal

Take your pick what animal you want to be

You can find one to suit you

You can be what you want

Create your own reality

And sink into the quicksand

Reach out screaming

There is one who will save you when you reach out

Look up beyond the birds and the bees

Become human again

Become complete

A feast fit for a king

A feast of bread and wine

A feast in the presence of the king

Fatberg

A poem from 2018

I'm sitting in the darkness

Gathering up all the detritus of your lives

A living cholesterol monster

Clogging up your city

Every little bad thing you think you've hidden away

I'm sculpting into my precious smelly treasure

Then one day when you least expect it

You will all collapse and choke

Crying out for mercy

And laughing I'll refuse it you

I Am Spartacus

A poem from 2018 

I am a rebel

I am a slave

I am a prisoner

I am a killer

I am a fighter

I am a victor

I am free

I have been crucified with Christ

Sunset

A poem from 2018

She entered with a scream

A bright angel without wings

She departed with a soft groan

Her body worn away

Shrunken and shrivelled

Weak and decimated

Yet her soul rejoicing

She left to the sound of a muted trumpet

Flying to the fading light of sunset

Jane

A poem from 1986

oh, Jane

they say that you are plain

but you’re not

it’s driving me insane, Jane

but I can hear the rain

that stains the window

                it’s a strain

when I’m with you, Jane

not to be profane

and curse all those

who are stopping us from being alone

my heart is slain

over you, Jane

I’m going down the drain

again

oh, Jane

let’s take a train

or aeroplane

and go to Spain

my brain

is hurting, Jane

for without you I am like

a train without a track

a front without a back

a white without a black

a tick without a tack

Bond

A poem from 2018

The bad guys

Are bad shots

The flawed hero

Saves the world

The bad guys

With hammer and nails

The lord-hero

Saves the world

Happy Feet

A poem from 2018

Seraphim and cherubim

And all the holy angels

Disco dance on golden streets

Pure joy when a sinner repents

How about us?

Are we happy too?

Does it depend on who the sinner is?

Are we a grumpy older brother

Angry that the sinner got away with his crimes?

Are we indignant that one who is a worse sinner than us is forgiven?

Do we wonder what God is playing at

Forgiving one as bad as that

Doesn’t he know what that one did?

Are we cynical, thinking their faith is just a sham?

Do we insist on hellfire, forgetting that we too were rescued?

Seraphim and cherubim

And all the holy angels

Disco dance on golden streets

The lost sheep Jesus went to seek has come back home

Needles

A poem from 2018

I have a disease

So put me at ease

Before you administer the needle, please

I can't bear to look

The piercing of skin

Sends a shiver through me

I'll try to be brave

Neither rant nor rave

I want you to save

Infected with badness

Inject me with goodness

Infected with darkness

Inject me with light

Infected with Satan

Inject me with Christ