Escolar Documentos
Profissional Documentos
Cultura Documentos
Updated 2011
A SELECTION OF
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A Play on words
Row by row, imaginary pieces
A need for diagonal, grid squares connected
The message may be, such as a sequence
Tilted and torn, cut and dissected.
1977
Hello, Thank you for choosing to look into my very crooked eyes.
Some of these verses were written when I was happy, some were scribbled when I
was sad and some were milled over again and again and again.
Most were written in two minutes (perhaps I shouldnt have said that) but I hope that
doesnt detract from their value.
Some, like the following Old Amsterdam, were written by my own personal
experiences, others are just flights of fancy.
Old Amsterdam
In tribute to J.B
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The sound of bells fill the air
By the cold statues of Dam Square.
c: 1994
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Nine Degrees
c: The Dogbreaths Publishing 1997
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Love hasnt compensated
Youre fucked up and frustrated.
GUILT
Is level eight
One more degree of punishment
Made to feel responsible
For the wounds that you get
PASSIVITY
Is the ninth degree
A foundation for the other eight
When a lock becomes a key
You can control your fate.
1997
D.W.K 2010
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I am your Office
I am an office
sensitive to team work
Adept and
appropriate
A real formal jerk
I feedback solutions
A media whore
Collaborate and order
Reform and floor
Understand importance
of equitable tools
We act appropriate
we solve problems
I am your office
An effective resource
Communication style
principled of course
Ego quashing
we must consult
Your competence lacks
the right result
I am your office
Understand the paper
supportive team climate
It will rape her
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Hung by a phone
Lets serve
equality
Diversification
With your skills
of
manipulation
I am your office
provide me feedback
This time and place
This place and track
Please demonstrate
you understand
The policy statement
had let you down
c: 2010
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can sever venue from the tide
smell here, the sense of fear
then watch the idea die.
Cut ups are an Art-form that predict you can write on any subject and totally destroy
the text (by cutting it up) and when it is randomly reconstructed the point of the initial
text will not be lost. I used this technique sometimes.
Childhoods Eulogy
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The angst ridden themes of old
Pass down the generations
Television of worldly chaos
and perfection
cut the land
unless strong defences
are erected.
To stem the flood.
Violence between adults
flow through generations
like a river.
Contradictory statements
By significant adults
Add to the process
Not free to experience
the Experience of Childhood.
They develop like ourselves
Into adults
Who cannot remember
once being children
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A state of repression
Is it any wonder our children,
are broken-windows,
in an empty docklands warehouse?
We are marsh-like
Permeated by the waters
seeping influence.
Children of the great river.
Is that a reaction
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to a set of transactions
Poisoned by bad attitudes
Social conditioning
And innuendo.
Is it any wonder
that sober Young lads
Develop that look
Of subtle hatred,
that groan,
that attitude?
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of their parents.
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Except the tainted themes of old
Passed down like a virus
Destined to be nothing
But faded dead parents
Go on, take it
The stick-up for yourself
Before I clout you Face-Boy,
Tattooed-knuckles.
Developing personalities
and attitudes
Spread like a virus
Down generations
into children we owned
Is it any wonder they grow
into adults who cant remember?
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The local habit
of beers, weekend rucks,
local ruin?
Is it a starved young-mind,
butchered charity?
Urban sentiment and
Eroded repression?
Desecrate the paint-gang
television cult.
Recreate our own child
in that eye we see
Before.
circa 77
Sometimes, a little bit of humour lifts the spirits and can be therapeutic.
My Daddy is Elvis
My daddy is Elvis
Its true, he really is
He has the hair and sideburns
In him Elvis lives
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When travelling on a bus
He never pays his fair
Elvis travels free of charge
If he goes out anywhere,
(so does Dad.)
My Daddy is Elvis
He is, its really true
And dressed in his jumpsuit
You would believe it too.
My daddy is Elvis
No matter what they say
He can wear a leather jumpsuit
He lives his life his way
(Just like Elvis)
1975
At other times I just have to write out an idea and fiddle with the draft once or twice.
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Idol worship, preach bullshit
Eat crap, take a pick
hesitate
Allah great, commiserate and preach hate
Its not too late
Lets fornicate
Medicate or
meditate
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Fucked and smile
Jesus Christ
Paedophile.
Take a book
And call it god
make a bomb
Wear black hood
Point guns, end all fun
Pray all day
For Armageddon
Hay sonny, its Shiite
Propaganda
Religious hype
Drop your gun
And worship life
Love your kids and fuck your wife
Its not your bag-dad
E=Mc2
Any particle
Is equal to
Simple concentration
In other worlds
Motion in
energy is tainted
Mass, divided by speed
is Light,
reincarnated
Multiply this and concede
Velocity is moving forwards
Grams are found in
motion, distance.
Conclude mass
and devotion
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The Darling of New York
Time passed so soon
In the twinkle of one eye
I was once a shining star
Rising in the sky
Time passed so soon it seems
My run became a walk
I realise Ill never be
the darling of New York
c 1994
There are times when I feel very dark; writing at these times can either be cathartic
or self indulgent; I am prone to drama (just ask my therapist)
Ghetto Gateau
Mask blue mask
Deadly angel face
These septic scars
Wrapped in grey lace
Shocking and white
My eyes of blue
The only needle
This camel fell through.
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A shadow, animated , empty man.
1981
Ghost of a Victim
Its time these words were said
I felt dirty in your bed
So young and yet so known
To be taken and misled
I remember the lights were low
Hushed beneath my eiderdown
Your cold hands and stale breath
I froze and made no sound.
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Were you the last or just the next?
Its so unacceptable
to cite that example
amounts to a gesture
of household failure
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The Lehman Sisters are
laughing again
He looks on available
out through the backfire
Confirming the riddle
to defend his argument
I may see something on the evening news which is so horrific that I have to write
something funny to get over it. Its not disrespectful, just a means of coping.
Aileen,
She wasnt a monster, just chewed up and used
No thing of beauty, she was lost and confused
An animal-like killer, sad hating the world
The medias warped image of a wayward girl
Treated like meat, she snarled like a dog
Her signature bloodstains, pains all you got
Look at her story, the plot, its all wrong
A killer and witch, savage, headstrong
When slaves are beaten, their dreams are slain
life gets rewarded with guilt and gross shame
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No happy endings, no fairy scenes
She stalked like a spider her kisses were screams
One of lifes victims, left on a shelf
Dynamically raped, abused and not helped
A lost and lonely confused young girl
A trigger was pulled when she got hell
No gifts of glory, no choir filled head
The play ended badly with all the cast dead
You wanted some pleasure she gave you some pain
Burning through memories like a crashed plane
a black-widow dark, raped and abused
That dog bit when she felt used
Fucked and fucked up, a drunk and a bitch
Her sex was death, stained red in a ditch
No regal deference, no manners or class
Unloved she went hunting, her bullets went fast
The piper needs paying, again and again
When victims are victims and emotions are slain
There was no symptom of vaginal gun
Raining dead bodies out of the sun
Her language was rough and her conduct so lewd
Killing men dead, for
housing and food
If the brightest stars burn
only half as long
That hard faced hooker burned and was gone
She wanted a story but lost the plot
A deadly heroine who wont be forgot
That was Aileen.
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The Silent WORD
Do thoughts talk
What will the question be
Thou posed it on a whim
Wilt souls go ever free
Shall men one-day agree?
Be as it may, theyre told
The dawn of hermetic lore
Whole revolutions unfold
Of history and of time
The day of Horus dawns
Law shall intercede
Thelema is the door
follow where it leads.
c:thedogbreathspublishing
At other times I write to remember what has happened in the past; to put my own
experience in context
In my book
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She used to weigh 30 stone
But faded away to skin and bone
Her teeth fell out and spots appeared
When her life became too weird
She said it made her feel so free
Getting shagged by little me
You wanna know what it took
Read about it in my book.
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She worried her clit would never last
But she could heat curlers up her arse
Read about how my hands shook
Its all there in my book.
2000
I carry a pen with me everywhere and often scribble on the back of envelopes just so I
remember a thought, an idea, something I have seen that amuses me.
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Just Cooking
Hay, tangy marmalade
Your sweeter then a peach jam
More special then special K
Ill munch your breakfast any day
Wow, you whipped banana skin
More golden then a golden shred
Your just an additive
On which my love is fed.
c. 2000
At other times, if Im having problems with money say, I may write something to make
me laugh about it. Ive never been good with money and spend it if I have it. When I
was a homeless teenager with no family, roof or prospects I coped by finding the
amusing side of life; being positive, as I got older I just learned to blank out anything
other people would get depressed about.
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I guess its that little man
for his rent again
Hell just have to wait
I havent got a cent
If I make some cash today
Ill pay some rent
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to sleep.
Perhaps it was inevitable that Id become a drug addict. I smoked my first joint on the
way to school when I was thirteen and pretty much never stopped. Alcohol has never
featured in my life as I saw the damage it did to the significant adults in my childhood
and also my stomach couldnt take it; so chemicals featured heavily.
Growing up in Dagenham during the 1970s meant chemicals were freely available
everywhere; I guess its coz the docks were close by. Peoples attitudes were different
too. Going to places like STONEHENGE free festival in the early seventies was
unreal. Some of the tents had signs on them saying Hash SmakAcid etc and in the
middle of the site near the stage was a huge marquee where biker gangs were dealing
kilos of hash on long tables. Those were the days
Fix me a fragrant
Mixture with lemon
The itch of abyss
Tween heaven and hell.
c:
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1980
Even Junkies have some morals and the following is an expression of mine.
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I lay awake at night thinking about things
Writing helps me relax and sometimes it can help me sleep
I was in a band once and thats why some of my poems appear to have the structure of
song lyrics; some of them are.
S.E.X
So you wanna make money
Get a record on the decks
You wanna be noticed, well
Get yourself some sex.
If you gotta tell it, sex will help you sell it
If you wanna get ahead
Get a man inside your bed
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If you wanna be free, you gotta use your body
Sex is the only way
To make some sucker pay.
Moral Deficit
Political wealth and ways
Benefit old generals
Like Camerons school fag
Ride on a wing
That child of Tweed
With bloody hands
Grace rebel forced
Clegg to his dog
The budget retired
For cruising missiles
The Libyan revolt
Reviewed the push
Drop our blood-lets
On bomb-let peoples
Those public school arseholes
Daisy-cutter thugs
Cutting down thoughts
And rebated people
A bonus bank minefield
Dropped by stealth
Kettle the student
Deficit debaters
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The tax rise party
Now old and homeless
Like Cleggs children
a reviewed spent
this coalition
of bombed revolution
homed in by students
grace, favoured generals
toast Arab blood
with privatised winks
That flying extinguisher
Thrown by a royal
Who sat on a missile
And paid back the favour
C: 2011
More sex, oh dear
SEX BOOKS
C:THE DOGBREATHS PUBLISHING
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A scanty body on the bed, they look ill,
underfed,
Oh god, filled with dread
Over smutty little sex books
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had been sung.
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As the Greek looked on rather dumb
Together they met on the floor
With fingers up their bum
He would squat over the grocer girl
and getting down real low
Would have to clench his teeth,
to let a jobbie go
The judge would cock a leg,
and sniff and pant and hoot,
as a steaming brown freddy
dropped in Normans boot
The policeman rolled on the floor
all smeared gleefully
Until Norm looked at his watch
and they all stopped for tea.
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While Norman handed out the bibles
With his Wellis on
c: 2000
SOHO DAZE
Pimps and hookers and sluts and queens
Heavy fist fuckers and AIDs victims
Gooks and creeps and demigods
Leather men on their hot-rods
Queers and straights and lesbian mums
Neurotic fathers with psychotic sons
Pop stars in big cars, quaint old fags
Nutty skinheads, jack the lads
Battered babies and starving nuns
Ten-year-old gangsters shooting their guns
Paranoid film stars of every creed
Gimme donations for every need
Rip offs; toss pots, dirks on speed
The worst sort of junkie
The worst sort of greed
Thieves and bandits, pick pockets and crime
Stinking drunks on the Central Line
Official judicial, the boys in blue
Bank clerks, bishops, the likes of you
Nonces and ponces, pathetic tramps
Death squad road hogs and high-class vamps
Fascists, pacifists, the good and the dumb
All slug together in this city LONDON.
Strategy
Ive been the love of many loves but loved by only a few
Mirrored their morality, spoke words often untrue
Climbed their bed with willingness
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Only jumping to my death
My whispers have been curses, hissed under my breath
Singing songs for everyone
That no-one wants to hear
Been beaten by blows from harder men
That caused my heart to fear
Ive captured the emotions
With tales of lust and guilt
And spun that yarn so tenderly the pain of grief was felt
I have loved and lost and bared the cross in shame
Blamed in lieu of every tear shed in my loves name.
I have been the lover of many loves but loved by few it seems
Slept in this waking world fixated by false dreams
Got drunken on sunken hopes scorned
Honour and loyalty
Pitching with that instant fix
of wilful treachery.
Fallen with the fallen and fooled with guttersnipes
Poisoned by the X.T.C of youthful delight
Reason was beyond me
The test is strategy and time
This face tells its own story etched in every line
In the end, who will pretend to be a friend of mine
None but one who understand the test of
Strategy and time
c: circa 87
My Mother was murdered in 1989, aged 51(Londons a dangerous town). This was
written
Sometime after that tragic event.
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I close my eyes and you are there
At the bottom of my bed
They said youre on the next Bardo
And would never stroke my head.
\And though I dare not follow there
I close my eyes and Im aware
A voice so still I hardly hear
A chill so cold upon my ear..
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Intimeashamedmen
Eachonetormented
Getcrushedbytheirpast
Prisonersarehungry
Forsuddenforgiveness
Readjustedjunkies
Foranhouraday
Theyrolloutthetowers
Nobleandbrutish
Whilejackbootedguards
Curse.
Flankingtheirbodies
Theirchains,framed
Rattleyourbanner
Youranimalshame.
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Ticksonacalendar
Thebullyboyblues
Thesefourstonewalls
Aboxforwornshoes.
Filthygreyhairs
Fancybutfutile
Teasingandnagging
Likemygraffitiedwall.
Recessivebodies
Hungryforsoap
Theyrecolludingquietly
Smokingsomedope
Ibelchwithterror
Forminutes,months,years
Unbendingandridged
Theworstofmyfears.
c:1983
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The fire of tyranny
Sweet Aradia, how I cried
When they took you to that pyre
I willed your spirit free
As flesh consumed by fire
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I see her bless the earth
Her tears, rivers become
Feel her in each golden ray
of a mid-summer sun.
c2011
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My beloved boy,
Time has worn that cloak of seduction
Take this gift of sweet chestnut and
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exchange a soulful serenade from a
Bird of Paradise.
My beloved boy
your idolatry and fingers
flow through this body of mine
Our courage astounds those who condemn
To those who shout Turpes Amour,
Zeus replies
The force of our devotion,
this heroic act of seduction
offer a way through one valued life.
The relationship between a god and mortal boy
this union of deliciousness,
is infinite
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Your lips shall speak again
about this paradise
For the reign of monsters cannot bother us.
Circa 1982
C:TheDogbreathsPublishing2011
Untitled
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On monsters tails
they erected sails
Those pagan masters
moved like snails
To find a point
where two paths cross
And water flows down to the north
A stone awaits
a ritual call
Blood of Diana
will be reborn
And cover the earth in June.
Cover the earth in June.
Oh my sense of humour
A cautionary rhythm
C: 2010
Farmer Howe, the one from Slough
Tried to mate a horse with a cow
He thought the horse would be a first course
And the milk would make a stallion sauce
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The farmers wife praised the lord
That stallions worth was in his girth
And a miracle might walk the earth
Two (more)
With respect to L.A.D
I was sunken in a well
Damp and dark and wet
Sunk on my lost love
Drowned in regret
When along came a youth
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A half score and ten
green eyes lit the dark
he Smelt of sweet scent
peering in the well
Lips a balmy red
I asked before he go
Would a hand he lend
The boy Lowered a twine
Of hemp and thorny rose
I climbed from that pit
And in his arms I froze
He curled a tender mouth
Kissed me wantonly
While trestles from his crown
Fell soft and brown and free
tongues like silken thread
Weaved lattice yarn so fine
The beating in my panting ribs
one become majestic nine.
On flowerd beds we crib
Stroked passions with finger tips
His hands were soft and flagrant
Succulence spurt from his hips
I fell upon this saviour boy
Lost in breathless, sweetness joy
How could this love be called shame
When beauty be his other name.
c: 2010
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There follows two except from BEFORE NOW AND
AFTER
A visit to an island
This second excerpt is presented whole and in context. The actual poem
Is a integral part of the story and consequently has to be presented with the
accompanying dialogue.
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Listen, you who have ears. She said raising her
chin and dancing slowly towards him. The seven
sacred sonnets of BAP-HO-MET. She said.
A little mathematical poem for you, my brother,
this will show you the depth of my
understanding.
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rhythm grew with each word her rose red lips
uttered.
He nodded for her to continue.
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Call here the name of Mars.
London Life
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Listen close upon the wind
My broken nerves congregate
I wish I could be fit to work
Get a job and earn my life
Ill cook your food, open your doors
Tie your shoes and live YOUR life
There is no Heaven
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Walking through that avenue
Of cold stone and rough hew
Where are the sounds you thought you knew?
Buried deep underground.
c: 2010
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Childrens games some adults play.
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Interventions hard
From crisis to crisis
The factions gather
And analyse motives
c:2010
Something to share
Pre-birth
I can remember sitting
By a sparkling pool
Surrounded by ghostly faces
A voice said
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The voice asked.
I grew up thinking
This memory was
A hallucination
A
Fabrication
Mixed up, childish fantasy
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Ive always been interested in history...
Henri 11
The interesting and conflicted life of Englands most uncelebrated King.
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who brought peace to this realm
and gave common law a home
His mother, to thwart King Stephen
married a French knight
A Plantagenet of Aquitane
and Henri
was their pride.
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He demanded Becket assent control
but was told, to no King, God bowed
so a scheming plan was wrought
to accuse Becket of monetary fraud
Thomas realised that plots were near
And made a plan to quickly go
for 6 years in exile
Becket prayed for the Kings soul
Until a brighter mood had dawn
and both could remit their pride
In 1170 on Traitors Meadow
the King and Becket were reconciled
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on their father, King and Lord
They undid his kingdom in 15 years
with jealousy and their swords
So Henris rule did sadly end
in 1189 he died ashamed
But his law courts survived
And our flag is still Aquitanes
The Magna Carta may not have come
if he didnt rule this land
Justice and freedom free for all
Defines this, Great Britain
D.W.K 2010
My Dead Heroines
So ghostly and fucked
Take Edie, she screwed it
She was just
A fragile complex
An icon close-up
With queen fingers
That passion of platinum
Out-in-out fashion
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She danced with death
A philosophy
Live fast
Radiate
Die pretty
Such a beautiful image
Dancing sublime
Shooting eye-liner
and star in that sky.
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a new dog is sired
Sex dolls and dog tubes
loved his rubber whore
sucking on the frog spawn
screwed to the floor
Riding on the sex skins
blow the frog- whore
Dead Cindys on the wall
Gods dead upon the floor..
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Death seemed like another land
Far from here, so meaningless
But now alone with grief to feel
My immortal soul seems restless
Those family vaults and tombs beloved
Remind us nothings here for long
Those square shoulders that carry the dead
Soon rounded and are gone
Hackney 2011
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I pay you? The Sprat replied
So is a king like a guide?
No the rat hissed and crowed
A king collects all your gold
And if I pay not? The Spectral Sprat said
Ahh thats easy, its off with your head
Oh I see, said an anxious Sprat
Reaching to remove his peeked hat
Its a good job with this and that
Upon my head sleeps this cat
Under the hat, a pussy lay
Until the Sprat prodded it awake
Does he eat kings the shaking rat sighed
No, only rats the Sprat replied.
Then Ill let you on your way,
Good cheer to you this bright day
2011
David William Kirby
www.thedogbreathspublishing.weebly.com
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