A half-hour poetry set for Janine at an excellent festival in Portsmouth.
And look at all those…
counterchec, rubbernec
strikebrea, pissta,
heartbrea, troublema
multitas, unmas
bluestoc, foreloc
motherfuc, bloodsuc
wisecr…
I pledge allegiance to my sons
to witty jokes and dreadful puns
I pledge allegiance to Aussie soaps
to chasing all my dreams and…
I'd rather do a highland fling
Or tie my nipples up with string
Impale my buttock on a spring
I'd rather do most anything
Than ple…
Football fans
from Northern towns
hit the capital city
Sharp-dressed, pretty
sure to take the opportunity
to take in a rec…
A Petrarchan sonnet (yes, really) on getting a night bus to catch an international train ...
I used to but I haven't missed this bus
At 5a.m., a half-full cart to take
The staff who clean and guard before you wake
Who start the engines 'fore the rest of us
From brief repose unwilling exodus
Hold open half-mast eyes on work-worn faces
Resignedly wishing they weren't going places
No chat, no caucus, nothing to discuss
But then I disembark and change my routes
And switch dimensions through a boarding gate
Some two hours later morning, bright debate
White, coffee-charged commuters sporting suits
While most of those on night bus 38
Were black and wearing hi-vis, smocks and boots
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