Latenight stanzas of Doggerel By Chu Nin

There where two taxi driver types Sandpaper cheeks they bore Stood akimbo unto a sooty subway staircase There walked past a whore Twas their sister they swore She span in the dark drippingness And the two types of inner London, guided will Realised! With all their might That she might not have been their sister The girl had an overpowering sense of Something else about her And these two over-coated, dandruff ridden Corpses wondered at the same time... Spice here it's the price for a hard fast grime insect.

Poetry - Two Coppers In A Subaru By Joe Hakim

Two coppers in a Subaru looking like Shaggy and Scooby-do in the Mystery-Machine. Winding down the window, one of them asks: 'Where you goin' son,    Read more...

Poetry - Sappho, Sophocles, Virgil By Lucy Arnold
	Sit and wonder Men all concerned Not with practicality but bestiality and the little sighs the little sigh of "I, I don't know"    Read more...

Poetry - Talking In Circles By Joe Hakim

The broken spill that came out of you could be viewed as a substitute for the things that we never ended up    Read more...

Poetry - Ego Inoculation No 1 By Joe Hakim

Strip the year away and throw it on the shit heap of memory, take a step back from the cult of your own personality. Look at you now - see how your ego has grown,    Read more...

Poetry - Them And Us By Del Abe Jones.

	Now they want to Google us Where will all this snooping end? Remember stories of Big Brother? Well, he's lurking 'round the bend. They tap our phones when they want Though they could work within the law    Read more...

Poetry - Rosa Lee Parks By Patrick Henry
	Rosa Lee Parks, calm Rosa Lee, Cotton seamstress of Montgomery, Caught the wrong bus at the right time to be Driven into race history. Mr White Guy craved her bus seat place, But she sat tight on her black ass. Read more...

Poetry - Chavalanche by Lee Cassanell

	R'Kid and me went round for tea At Nannas house She don't get out Except to bet on horses Me Grandad smokes a thousand cigs And sucks the juice from filter tips He's eighty nine    Read more...

Poetry - Someone Else's Songs By Michelle Dee
	The kids are all popping pills, turning mountains in to mole hills. For a while they smile, high on a trip through the night keep going until light. Sucking up coke with a blood stained note. So... Read more...

Poetry - Hulling It By Nicholas Long

	I love Hull, one letter from Hell. Hell-hole Hull, the bottom of the boat, arse- end of England. When you visit, you scrape the bottom. I love saying the word Hull. Out loud. It has as much resonance as a tin bath. Not barth, the southern way. It makes me smile to say its name. Read more...

Poetry - Just One More Coalminers Daughter By Del Abe Jones.

	Another Coalminer's Daughter (and Son) Has Heart and Soul beneath the Ground With Tears and Hopes and Prayers That their lost Daddies will be Found. Hoping for some great Miracle Not only Found, but Safe and Well    Read more...

Poetry - City Sky By Daphne Liver
	Star sky tastes so blue cake good Such a sweetmeat backdrop Against charnel decay And ominous concrete blocks. Sky scrapers are aptly named Tearing chunks out of it, Read more...

Poetry - Files and Patience By Sue Hardy

	"The system has failed serves but a few" Shuffled aside. Labelled as 'loss'. Go through the motions end up as dross. Paperwork done Dotted and Teed, Read more...

Poetry - The Man From No. 8 By Shep

	Upon this action less land he leads A full life of content ideals He eats from his house delivered meals And upon the essence of the desperate seeds Through self installed monotony He chooses the path full of prints Read more...

Poetry - Shadow on the Porch By Patrick Henry
	A figure sitting on the front porch sets a portrait Of the Deep South vitally as a sweet song At Sundown: Old Rocking Chair to Skylark and Stardust blends the mood. The one jarring note being this one's not sleeping but stone dead. Twelve days since wild Katrina stormed in this house, Read more...

Poetry - Oh Jesus by Lee Cassanell

	I was working in a cotton field It could have been an office block Sat tapping keys and digging weeds To pay for my true lovers plot When all at once I heard a shot My colleague blew his head right off    Read more...

Poetry - Ophelia By Lucy Arnold
	As a daughter of the inner city circus, I find sleep too quiet. I lie beneath the same wasted sky that moans and breaks in two, the same sky as the night before. It watched me lose consciousness upon my bedroom floor. In silence it watched you too.    Read more...

Poetry - (I Ain't No) Corporate Cocksucker By Nicholas Boldock
	Someone chained me to a desk and handed me a phone They gave me a pile of invoices and left me on me own Me arse looked like me elbow cos I didn't have a clue By the time it got to five o'clock the air was fucking blue It took me just a week to bring the company to its knees But I somehow got away with it cos nobody knew it was me Read more...

Poetry - Shark! By Steve Rudd
	There's water on the road And even more under the bridge; So much so we cannot go Exactly where we wanted, As the sharks, they come full circle Their fattened fins full tilt Read more...

Poetry - Burnouts by Adam Elliott

	Raced around the track Like a little rascal In an Astin DV9 Let it sparkle Burnout - skidmarks Black like charcoal Winners, losers    Read more...

Poetry - (I Got Those) Special Brew Blues By Joe Hakim

S'only about sixty pee a tin, so it's a bargin by any motherfucker's reckoning. A day on the street or sitting on my seat asking, chasing, scoring, snoring    Read more...

Poetry - In the Blink Of An Eye by Lee Cassanell

	New music Don't lose it Its barely eleven You're two drinks from bedlam And one trip from heaven It's easy    Read more...

Poetry - I Smashed Up a Car by Adam Elliott

	I smashed up a car Bit by bit Cos I got a car a new car A Lotus Esprit Someone showed up In a Porsche 9-11    Read more...

Poetry - The Wolfgang Apology By Patrick Henry
	They're sorry about the 80 year-old at Brighton Bounced out for heckling Blair's happy-clappy party line. They're sorry a senile Kraut refugee war protestor butted in, When "Don't mention the war for Christ's sake" was the order given. Read more...

Poetry - Invisible Tears By John Reading

	Landlord the clock is ticking, Your seed has new ideas. Not for them the blindness you hold Unto your breast in fear. The eyes that look upon your throne Are cast down in disgust.    Read more...

Poetry - Bad Boy by Adam Elliott

	Went to the room And saw a figure Then I said I'll get some years When I pull this trigger So then I went outside There were cops all over    Read more...

Poetry - War By Darren Sant

	Faces contorted in fear & pain, Please don't let it happen again, Stolen from an afternoon of fun, Placed in a field with a smoking gun, What is the price of victory? Who will consign you to history?    Read more...

Poetry - Halloween By Del Abe Jones.

	More than two thousand years ago A Celebration for the Dead, Returning The Night before the Celtic New Year With Costumes and Sacrificial Burning. With a Celebration of the Harvest And to Honour one's Dead Ancestry    Read more...

Poetry - 2am on Marlborough Ave By Michelle Dee
	The knife where is the knife? My knife my knife Gotta cut gotta cut. See the blood then I'm alive Running red, running free Running scared away from me. Read more...

Poetry - What Happens Next? By Joe Hakim

Freedom equality shit like that I agree it's noble in theory in principle and I try to live my life    Read more...