Pinfold Lane By Lee Cassanell

They built on land where gallows stood And devils plied their trade, The hanging gale made killers sway As craftsmen cut their graves A Sailors crowd pushed to the front To see a ship mate dangle, No piping flutes just cracking noose Then deaths heart breaking strangle The bay of blood coursed through the mob In piss stained rags and squalor, Who curse and plead for men to bleed Then pray in church tomorrow The butchers sell their rotten bones As housewives smoke with clerics, Used women rent their raven quims To seamen in from Venice A pair of thieves fall to their knees Pleading the gin soaked baker, The crust of bread they stole from him Is thrown for rats to savour Forgive he'll not but see them drop Whilst selling pies to locusts, His special treat of suspect meat Is wafted past the chokers Old rope is tossed around their throats And tightened with a fury, The boys stand placed on wooden crates With eyes fixed on the jury The verdicts cast as rotten fruit Is thrown with cries of hatred, The Hang Man kicks The snap of necks Then silence.... For the new dead.

Poetry - Persona Ingrata By Patrick Henry
	From years overshadowed by smart authors, I woke in horror to find Change gripped me bleak as Kafka's insect or Dr Jekyll's fiend. Once on the skids in Paris, fleas that clung round my body I flicked at Sarte's photo in a posh café. Read more...

Poetry - Available On Demand By Joe Hakim

Watching a girl called Erica Yates masturbate on my mate's mobile phone. 'She's from Bransholme, and on this bit you can actually hear her moan,'    Read more...

Poetry - The Cost of Labour By Patrick Henry
	No fool, Britannia, never ever slaves since times They fought for The Truck Acts, The Workers' Vote, the Right for Unions. Loyal as Coronation mugs, some think Magna Carta put Civil Rights our way: That job-form for barons who started higher up the tree. They imagine that The Civil War Read more...

Poetry - Decisions By Mike Watts
	Disturbed behind bleached white net Crashing hysterically into the glass, Should I thump, poison, Or ignore you? Buzzing black carrier of filth Desperate to fly, desirous to feed Read more...

Poetry - Earth, As It Is In Iraq By Steve Rudd
	What on earth is going on in Iraq? It isn't even on earth, now The violence is underground... as a bomb a day surveys an old scene from a play, that dropped out of school. The Bard's lost for words. Read more...

Poetry - The Day Off By Mike Watts
	On weekend parole I slip the boss For time and space and candyfloss. Early, and all the sleeping streets are mine Except for those on double time; Sickly crews with post-pub shock A drink damaged body clock, As I pass the milk and paper rounds Read more...

Poetry - The Battle of Alderman Kneeshaw By Lee Cassanell

	I attended Andrew Marvel school from 1990 to 1993 and I have vague memories of gang fights on Alderman Kneeshaw Park with Archbishop Thurstan which was a Catholic school on the other side of the hills. The two schools had been scrapping for decades and in a bizarre way it was a tradition of sorts. Much of it was chest beating and bravado but occasionally Read more...

Poetry - Nagging Urge By Tom Gant
	Would it be so wrong, to dig me up once I've gone? Just to steal another glance of the idle days we passed, rather than lamenting over countless dusty photographs. Read more...

Poetry - The Rickshaw Termination By Patrick Henry
	In Delhi ten years back, time stood still. Cycles flourished. Cattle grazed the streets. From morning mist temples loomed vast as heads of gods, Carved in curves of sun and moon. The sky hot, ethereal. In dawn's half-light a centaur-shape enters the bare street, Stealthy as a cat, almost silent but Read more...

Poetry - Liquid Reflection By Steve Rudd
	From the bottom of the Dead Sea, to the top of Mount Everest We go to extremes, only in our best interests... From A, to B - to be a better person Night falls too soon, and we're lost out of season In a region that few tourists Read more...

Poetry - The Count of Earlsby By Shep

	The shadow falls Upon the wine glass in his hand The stones in his throat Cast no prejudice Alone he sits Cold but calm Read more...

Poetry - Where Did I Go? By Darren Sant

	Shrinking from the light, Away fleeing into the night, Scared to get that toe wet, Too much fear, no emergence yet. Withdrawn from the race, Pride only to save face,    Read more...

Poetry - Tomorrow By A.J. Grant
	Life's full of surprises, Some good some bad, some you wish you never had, Tomorrow's just another day, Or so they say. Tree's are green Grass is to, Roads are open Shops are to, Tomorrow's just another day, Read more...

Poetry - Ah! But Does Crime Pay? By Mike Watts
	Of course crime pays silly twat Ask the druggie in his luxury flat With a ton of bling dripping from his skin A new BM and a baseball bat. Ask the murderer on day release With his finger raised to the police Stalking somebody's wife or daughter Read more...

Poetry - In the Kitchen By Maolsheachlann O' Ceallaigh.

	Dawn chews her toast and gazes out At snowflakes falling through the air. The comb runs gently through her hair - Her mother knows how much she hates The roots pulled at. They think about The very same thing, unaware,    Read more...

Poetry - APATHY! By Rich Mills
	APATHY, APATHY, APATHY. APATHY, APATHY, APATHY. APATHY, APATHY, APATHY. APATHY, APATHY, APATHY. APATHY, APATHY, APATHY. APATHY, APATHY, APATHY. Read more...

Poetry - Muses In Moonlight By Kay Gower

	I sat beneath the willow, and stepped through the looking glass Long ages, eons passed, suns were born and flamed into supernova, galaxies wheeled at least one revolution around the cosmos, between one moment and the next, as the lake and I had a chat. Read more...

Poetry - Reality Shows By Patrick Henry
	China is making uniforms for the British Army. In Aldershot golf clPubs old Colonels go barmy. Our image and defences gravely threatened. The Chinks will stitch us up when they lose the thread-end. Our regiments to look like aliens in the desert war, And U.S allies to hit them with friendly fire. When Royal Marines' Read more...

Poetry - Just The Way It Is By Joe Hakim

Scraping by on the minimum wage, my life in a cage, counting down the days until I next get paid, watch the money come in, watch it fly out again    Read more...

Poetry - Last No'ell At Scarborough By Patrick Henry
	Christmas day comes. I've seen a wilder funeral. Pubs open their eyes, their doors in morning mist a while; Pull a free pint if they should remember you. Then lunchtime's a bad moment if you are a turkey, A vegetarian or a republican amid the carnage. It gets no better for anyone by the TV stage. The Monarch says today Read more...