Marxist. Trade Unionist. Socialist-feminist. Author. Poet. Speaker. Tutor. RMT ex-Exec. Workers' Liberty. Autie. Bi. PUFC fan.

Trickle-Down Economics

Submitted by Janine on 24 September 2022 at 09:57

Give handouts to the City not the town
Award the top the most, the bottom least
and in the end, the wealth will trickle down

So feed the finest to the howling hound
The sparrow pecks the droppings of the beast
Give handouts to the City not the town

Allow some crumbs to tumble to the ground
Please overload the table for the feast 
and in the end, the wealth will trickle down

Rage

Submitted by Janine on 22 September 2022 at 14:02

I want to pour my anger into a poem.

I want it to drain from my scorched throat and flow down my arm, into my fingers, through my pen and onto the astonished page.

I want my anger to desert my body and become art, even if it leaves my fingers, my arm and my throat as cold as my heart already is.

If my anger became a poem, it would be the fiercest, hottest, largest, most vicious and powerful poem ever.

Villanelle: A Step or Two

Submitted by Janine on 17 September 2022 at 15:31

Autumn falls and storm clouds brew
The post each day brings season's chill
The queue moves on a step or two

The last demand is overdue
It stands unopened on the sill
As autumn falls and storm clouds brew

They stand in file to give their due
A strung-out wait to pay their bill
The queue moves on a step or two

The Queue

Submitted by Janine on 15 September 2022 at 10:18

A fortnight back, complaining about
having to wait behind two others
to use the cashpoint

Now, happy to stand all day and night
to file past a box
with a crown and a cushion on top

and inside, the body of
someone you never knew -
it's the nearest you could ever get to her

It's the ultimate display of Britishness:
an awesome combo of
queueing and deference