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Wrap This Around Your Metal Brains
Don’t sing along with her—
it upsets her, brings
her close friends into this.
And I’m only human, I think—
I was, or used to be anyway.
Not anymore. I stay awake,
hungry, not wanting
to eat food because
the girls and their dad have to.
I sneak down late, before sleep,
to rummage a bit—
only to be told not to eat
the food that is theirs.
I’ve adapted by losing weight.
With that came madness—
a sort of punishment.
I’m gorgeous and suffering
quietly so no one sees it,
reinforcing another solid,
popular mental illness,
by the way.
And this is my business,
my purpose: dull and witless.
Talking through this, I fear,
would scare a regular person.
I hate this.
I won’t talk to therapists.
Counseling’s out of the question.
I don’t have to pay anyone
for writing this. I don’t care.
Talking to people
I’m smarter than—
this way, one day,
when people come across this,
I’ll be the famous one.
(Posthumously.)
Form:
Unlike Pegasus, they had magical horns,
now no unicorns are left
despite the lack of any government import bans.
It was a Christmas season In East London,
Tiny Tim and the fat goose had been killed off in distant wars,
the goose received the George Cross for gallantry
(posthumously),
and little crippled Tim was shot by us
for running away from a hail of bullets.
Mum and Dad had hidden in a cellar
while Unicorns died left and right;
they had given up on Christmas -
we just listened to it on the radio.
Back then it was a monochrome world,
and grey was as good as sunlight to us.
There were minstrel shows,
but people of any color were not allowed…
no one defined what ‘not allowed’ meant.
The Jews were blamed for the lack of Unicorns everywhere.
It was a time for reflection, and reconciliation,
a time to regroup the happy forces of Dickensian novels
and shove them in the faces of Unicorn deniers.
Later in that holy season, gay folks were invented,
we had to all stop being ‘gay’ or even moderately content,
but we kept our belief in unicorns’
in a typically English half-hearted way.
LIGHT YEARS
Some advance before their time, they
Shine so bright they seem to blind.
Those who undermine can never see,
Unless they change their frequency
Dull minds, can never over-stand
The brilliance of a futuristic man.
Every generation has something to say,
Yet few will recognize your worth on earth;
Especially if you’re light years away.
But go ahead say it anyway, even if most are unable to agree.
When the world catches up, and is awed by your shine,
The future will read writings, from your wisdom divine.
Keep in mind “you are ahead of your time”
So, if the world to which you’ve been assigned,
Does not with your thoughts agree.
Have faith in the future’s passionate child...
Who’ll become your disciple; Posthumously!
True story, my uncle was a famous safe cracker
Before becoming a soldier in World War I
Known to police in New York City for robbery
The army wanted his skills against the Huns
Employed him to defuse bombs the Germans threw
In the trenches around the front lines
And also to defuse all the mines around them
Till the end of the war was showing signs
Dying in the war he received a medal of honour
Posthumously for his heroic bravery
And his great contribution to the war effort
Made amends for his past so unsavoury
When I came along I was named after him
Quite a hero I always looked up to
Before the war, a criminal known to police
After death got the recognition he was due
He devastated foreign pastures
As a cog in a well oiled evil wheel
A nameless legalized conqueror
They praised his endless courage
Reckless bravery under command
Following orders no questions asked
The contest was rigged in his favour
A mega machine against a few guns
Foes fell like pins in a bowling alley
He rolled the dice over life and demise
Life was cheap at the price of a bullet
He pulled the trigger as if he had been
At the shooting gallery in his hometown
Remembered his childhood sweetheart
And the pink teddy bear he gave her
A few rag dolls survived in the ruins
Life was a thunderous blast for the killer
Until a land mine felled his glorious quest
Did not feel much no time to beg for mercy
A soldier ground into a desert of pain
Thus the invader unceremoniously vanished
Into the dust of memory’s timeless barrel
Only for some other pawn to take his place
Posthumously they awarded a Purple Heart
In pride pinned a medal onto his imaginary chest
Though he had none left to feature the badge
His coffin was empty and bugles betrayed
The meaning of a star spangled banner
Draped over the fact that he had no grave
The red white and blue of the flag hurt her eyes
Soon enough his children forgot their father
The widow struggled with his merit under fire
Shed tears onto the ribbon bestowed in vain
Crushed the award in a grinder of sadness
They say time is a limitless healer for mourning
And that this too will pass for a grieving soul
That warriors are not immortal in light of the cause
For a cross is forever and blood dries in the sun
But when she sees no valid reason for his demise
She becomes a miserable ghost slaughtered by proxy
As she retrieves a shred of resilience and braves demons
His and hers and faces a dim smile on a fading photo
Anger turns into guilt for she too had supported the war
A white flag holds more credence than shredded bones
05th May 2020
Rome wasn't built in a day
When the Romans themselves
arrived to annex Egypt claim
it for it's Empire
And seen the Pyrmaids for
the very 1st time
They had been built and
stood already
Longer than if you or i
or anyone of us present day
Went on pilgrimage to view
them today
Because in fact they would
have already been in existence
For about nearly a millennium
before
You or i or even the Roman
empire was to set foot upon
The Memphis Plateau
Where the 3 Pyrmaids of Giza
Still reside till today
The 1st and 7th Wonder
of the World
With certain of it's sectrets
still safely intact
Least of all
How they in fact
We're able to be built at all
The most intoxicating mystery
Since stepping foot on the moon
An elixir of grail proportion
Thanking you once again
Sir D.K for
posthumously bringing
this to my attention
Rigors of weary battle long abated
The haze and smoke linger; the
fallen obfuscated
Ignominiously deposited; in death's
unseemly clutches graded
Gradually emanating from the
debacles' debris taut, ghastly forms
emaciated
Battle's residual fodder on spent
ground masqueraded
With the accoutrement's of nature
and nurture now attenuated
Unrequited carcases posthumously
paraded
Only the malingering sun palls the
hulls now jaded
At dusk, dark shadows girdle the
remnants of slaughter dated
Anon, with the eery sounds of
bewitching night serenaded
Death's awning a patchwork of
gleaming stars cascaded
By bleary, mortal shadows in
quilted tents shaded
Waiting for morn's truce, their valor
with honor to be equated
I hope you like this Birthday Card
It cost me almost £3.50
And took me over 10 minutes to pick
I didn't know whether to go with
the sentiment classy or funny
But then it eventually dawned on me
It doesn't matter which 1 i choose
Or the message i write inside
Because sadly you have heard
all my appologies and excuses
over a 1000 times before
That is why i plumed for this 1
And all it says is simply
Happy Birthday
This 1 never got lost in the mail
I never forgot at a mates house or a pub
Or arrived posthumously after your actual Birthday
This 1 won't cost you
This 1 won't hurt you
This Card is merely just simply to say
A genuine Happy Birthday to you
Sorry i was never actually there for you
Sorry for never ever making you
feel special on your Birthday
Sorry for being an emotional retard
But mostly i am sorry for the fact
This card will end up un-read in your dustbin
Because when all is said and done
Life and Birthdays should be spent with loved ones
Not with has been emotional debts and regrets
No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.
perhaps cuz mine generation
nsync with baby boom.
No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless (three plus) scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
yours truly haint got any
handy dandy blues clue,
nonetheless said wish -
I broach to you,
whether ye reside in Baku
Guangzhou
Kalamazoo
Kathmandu
Peru
Thimphu
Timbuktu.
Sudden pang roared awake
nsync like blazing saddles
hot enough to sizzle steak
torpid, humid, and
arrid extra dry to take
breath away analogous vacuumed
courtesy fire breathing dragon
chilling parched scales in great lake
already this doubting
Thomas doth hanker
for global warming yore
less than six months ago
geesh for goodness sake,
when Earth did bake
triple digit temperatures
no thirst could slake,
thus intravenous feeding
in tandem with trach
still inadequate to brake
yours truly did pine... for chill
against dehydration, ah only to wake,
when came the morrow,
where Jack and Jill
sweat buckets, this
before they climbed uphill
akin to madding crowd
clamoring, thirsting, gulping...
every last drop
essentially emptying damn
immense reservoir spill
futilely swilling parched lips till...
Old cranks shrugged off
exceptionally hot weather, and did scoff
younger generation's creature comforts
old geezers recalled
back in the day
as laddies and Tom boy
lassies did slough
no trespassing signs
skinny dipping after they shuck off
clothes giddily swinging
atop highest bough
playing hooky averse
learning would ever payoff
pitying other kids in school
former gathering rosebuds...
around lunchtime hunger
relishing stealing stroganoff
under nose of Mister Groff,
one former German World War II,
who colluded with American "boys"
despite heavily decorated luftwaffe
and posthumously honored
Veterans day getting last laugh!
One of our local heroes:
his record of try’s in a season
has still not been beaten.
Jack Harrison VC, MC
A Temporary Gentleman
Not really the right sort
Just a common school master
Who played professional sport,
But he was a volunteer
Not a Conscripted man
Volunteering for service
Soon after war began.
A Temporary Gentleman
Who came to the good
Charged a machine gun
And died at Oppy Wood.
Charged a machine gun
Tying down his men
They never found his body
He was never seen again.
Over there at Oppy Wood
His final try was laid
Revolver in hand
Carrying live grenade.
No body to be buried,
No remains to be found,
He just became as one with
That blood soaked ground,
.
A person of courage
A man of gallantry
Posthumously awarded
His well deserved V.C.
A Temporary Gentleman
But in truth I must confess
Not really the type to join
Any Regular Officers’ Mess.