Exhilaration Denied By Steve Rudd

Long division carries over the little things that add up On late railways across the USA Glue sniffers'll get stuck For words when they're sick Lumps in the throat tend to stick, to fit Situations they know And they love as though they've quit.

Bulling Bone China By Steve Rudd

Nobody talks about Tianamen anymore Nobody talks - they just gawp. I'm having a heart attack, but that doesn't matter The Great Wall of China's great, fake balls have a natter.. About the true face of a country, and one true voice of a kingdom, Where girls aren't really allowed, even if pop literate - And pretty well persuasively endowed.

SO NOW MAO'S CHILDREN ARE FAMOUS (and so the factory workers get stuffed) A LOST LIMB IN A CHEMICAL VAT'S PLASTERED (all out of proportion over the good book.) A REVOLUTION PER SE, A DAY (may waylay a billion natural births) YOU'D DIE TO SEE THE COUNTRY ON FOOT.. SOLDIERS (eyes.. shot in the back of the head saw too much.) Nobody talks about space-age heritage any less Someone's had an idea, but I guess the West just had to guess The probability that prostitution will be substituted, And the dirty princess will invest in a dress. The young free and single still struggle.. Shackled to peer pressure. Stopping tanks in runaway tracks.. Shooting any and every style or substance that's soothing. Copyright © Steve Rudd 2004

Poetry - My first day at school By Lee Cassanell

	Do you believe in the devil? the black widow said, As she kicked at my friend to make sure she was dead I replied with a glare of disgust and defeat And then closed the scared eyes of the girl at my feet.. Read more...

Poetry - From Kathman to San Fran By Steve Rudd
	From Kathman to San Fran Round the canyon and then some Routine cheques withheld ransom I'm gonna go get 'em.. From the same toilet seat, contracting curry house blues Read more...

Poetry - Silent Past, Little White Lie and In The Shadows By Amy Rout 16
	I saw you lurking in the shadows I thought you were following me I turned around to look But only your silhouette I could see A silhouette means nothing at all Just the figure of a face Read more...

Poetry - 21st Century Goddamn! By Anthea
	I am of a certain age, The 1960s, were mine. Bob Dylan sang to us Of the death of Medgar Evers. Near half a century ago. On the far side of the ocean. Read more...

Poetry - Ballad of a Jack and Jill By Lee Cassanell

	The glare of the hot sun explodes in my face A cigarette slow burns in takeaway waste, I lie with the lights off in party smeared threads Need coffee and OJ but can't feel my legs, The jungle was massive that's why I'm so tired Read more...

Poetry - Dancing in the street By Anthea
	When I walked into Marrakech, Everybody said, hello, to me. I walked Beverley Road, last February, So I tried the technique of Crocodile Dundee: I said, hello, to everybody. And, that's how I met Dominic! Read more...

Poetry - Elizabeth Bennett at the Curry House By Jane Foster

	All day before she prepared the white dress, Not knowing how it would end up a mess.. She fastened her bonnet and powdered her face And set off for the joy that was Ray's Place. She took to her seat, tried hard to be modest Read more...

Poetry - The Aquanaut By Lee Cassanell

	A heartbreak hotel on the back streets of sin cross the road from a bar of hellfire Awakened by horns songs of champagne and blondes are the essence of all he aspires The Aquanaut swims through the excess of oil that cascade from the car pool of stars Read more...

Poetry - On The Tiles By Lee Cassanell

	When I look back at the end of my life I'll remember the night with my substitute wife In a Tavern near Cork were the locals still talk Of the Drinkers who crawled out the sea. I came to that place with a harem of hippies Read more...

Poetry - Rag and Bone Men By Jane Foster

	Whilst languishing in bed this morning I heard the sound of men in the distance.. The ones from days long past, with carts and horses, Rusting spare parts, weathered necks, And that old familiar drone: Any Rag? Bone? Read more...

Poetry - Confessions of a Codeine Smoker By Lee Cassanell

	I sit with spiders On Webs of Fly's In rooms of damp and squalor A coiled up spring The mist I'm in Will all clear by tomorrow Read more...

Poetry - The Plumber By Maurice Fairfield
	Behold the plumber where he stands His wrenches gleaming in his hands His jaw is square, his eye is keen His belly flat his body lean. No common man, his hire comes high His hourly rate is in the sky Read more...

Poetry - Long Green Overcoats and Late Night Holly Oakes By Lee Cassanell

	Never smoke at dinner, Never smoke at dawn, Never smoke somebody's grass or mow somebody's lawn. Never smoke your sister, Never smoke your friends, Read more...