Surprise

Passed into middle age verses of smoke
Twisting in a soap shower
Pulling at what could of been white wings
Ingrown

Possibly this whole facade dies in a spotlight
Of Suburban cancer
(It's in our inheritance)
Possibly oven baked suicide

For what you'll make of it
I still decide
To pass on soft offers
I keep pushing shields
To protect a future present

Keep guessing

Missed Rehearsal

To the honeymooners

V and J pull it off
To see
Between skulls either Greek
Swiss or
Irish does fill
The eyes

Some petals he spread
On proposal
Dry on marble
And inside a bag
Their love’s undoubtable

Mine's a piss stain
Chipped glass outdated
Newspapers
A punctured tire

Will this bruised brain
Still stutter
On careful conversation
In Quarters?

The Invented

On a balcony’s mouth
I told you about a change

But how unoriginal
I’m stuck with same
Insufficient cajonas
And a weak guard

There’s much fucking worse
On your rue’s
Than my soft curse

Crowd’s booed Bizet when he
Ripped out Carmen
Animals got gutted
And bashed at Porte de la Villette

Beckett was shanked
By a pimp

In comparison
I’ve just invented
My letdowns.

Fat Chance

Checking my payload
And getting the bus from Old St
To the crossroads to fall
Asleep and end up
Past wood green
To some suburban stop

And I remember some young
Chick whose brother had been shanked
Showed us her tits and then bummed
A smoke off me as I sat at the bar
Of the Hoxton Hotel limning
On truth and beer on tab

Stuffed of hot beef
And slow cooked eggs
I ran away from morning breaking
Shaved and showered
And now....

Storage

I preserve dark pets in
Sterilised bottles and jars

Next to marmalade and damson
Are guilty night jam
Sex hangover extracts

Once opened use within
Six weeks and refrigerate

Pillow Talk

Tattooed toes blue
Birthmarks in tribute
To Crawford

What I’d give
To push
My face
Against wet net
Knickers

This floating mind

Maître d' on my wishful d
What a mother dream

Easy come, easy go.

This particular broad
Had the wholesome look
Spaghetti thick hair
Clear water skin
Bodacious boobs.

Powerful fatless legs
A cunt with the smell
Of baked bread.

She was born to model lingerie
Or swimwear

Not to hang with an insensate
Irish bollocks
Not to support a talent
No one has patience for.