It's up to you the public don't decide
I'm ready when you're ready and that's no lie
I'm waiting for this fairy tale to break
Once upon a time has never been so late
It's a story worth 6 pence
Not really 8 or 10
Poetry - Chasing The Current By Stacie Brady
I'm longing for nothing, nobody, nowhere
They're probably waiting but I couldn't care
There's nothing exciting to brighten my days
I guess I'm just set in my old empty ways
I'm hoping for hopes of something to do
I'm dreaming of dreams that will never come true
I guess I'm just lost in a place that I know
Poetry - 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
Poetry - Two Coppers In A Subaru By Joe Hakim
Two coppers in a Subaru
looking like Shaggy and Scooby-do
Winding down the window,
one of them asks:
'Where you goin' son,
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"
Poetry - Talking In Circles By Joe Hakim
The broken spill that came out
could be viewed as a
the things that we
never ended up
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,
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
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.
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
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...
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.
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
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,
Poetry - Files and Patience By Sue Hardy
"The system has failed serves but a few"
Labelled as 'loss'.
Go through the motions end up as dross.
Dotted and Teed,
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
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,
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
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.
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
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
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
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