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
Poetry - In the Blink Of An Eye by Lee Cassanell
Don't lose it
Its barely eleven
You're two drinks from bedlam
And one trip from heaven
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
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.
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.
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
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?
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
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.
Poetry - What Happens Next? By Joe Hakim
shit like that
I agree it's noble
and I try to live my life
Poetry - Ebb and Flow By Ian Grantham
cool, cold current
swirls round numbed ankles,
distant visions float
which to reach for,
which to avoid
Poetry - Everybody Do The Bandwagon By Joe Hakim
Come swooping in
like vultures around the carcass of a
beast lying dead in the desert -
lizards crawling between the teeth
of its rictus grin -
smile for the camera baby.
Trying to get involved in 'scenes'
Poetry - When You Add It All Up by Jim Higo
Ernie without Eric,
10 without Bo Derek,
A diocese without a cleric,
Scottish football without Berwick.
There's really not much point.
The thoughts of Tony Blair,