fairy nough

fairy nough 

the british public 

are like sleeping beauty

and the prince is the prick 

that sent them to sleep

‘republic now’

is the wicked witch

that will wake them up

a princess is only priceless

in a fairy story

fare ye well

but only if you say so 

global heating

 global heating

suddenly

it was not gradual 

suddenly it was suddenly

tomorrow today

when the saucepan boiled over 

there was egg everywhere 

over everyone’s face

i told you they would say

why didn’t you tell us

yesterday 

that there is no tomorrow 

anymore 

today

oh i say

 oh i say

they paint the sea

they write the sea

like sandcastles

they get washed away

the pipe

 the pipe

he gave up smoking

threw his pipe into the river

every day it stared at him

unblinking in the rusty water

just outside the moulders’ tea cabin

respite burnt into pathos

blinking unblinking

a memory refusing to flow

with the river of time

poetry is

 poetry is

poetry is

like the comedian

unable to cope with the best china

flying off a conveyor belt

smithereens

the words trash the floor

swept into piles by the janitor of genre

like the metaphorical bull in a china shop

like pearls before the swine

look out!

here comes another one

once requited never no more

 once requited never no more

pain snagged

on the broken hinge of that time

grasped tight  

on a door handle in no time at

all clog-hopping down the stairs

reverberating from the slammed door

no more ~ stuck in the gullet of a scream

come back comes back as an echo

of a memory trapped in the amber

of another mourning sun

swimmers crossing a sandbank

 swimmers crossing a sandbank 

walking our shadows back home

upon footsteps that ooze sandisfaction 

guaranteed to lift the spirt

into the blue yonder and further

than any horizon can hold

the comradeship of the sea 

earned the hard way in the undulations

of effort rolled in a unison foretold 

in sagas old