Red Rag To A Bull Poems

The colour of my party's flag 
that flutters in the wind. 
The colour of my cheeks,listening to Owen on the radio.
And to see Owen on the tele, like a red rag to a bull.

What we need is Corbyn, oh what...Read More

Red

Red rag to a bull. It’s funny how
That makes me smile inside: I think of
Your hair and how it entrances me.
Red hair; and me, stamping and snorting inside
As those shiny waves sway and swirl, heavy,
Chestnut hued and red, red.

But you...Read More

pumped up with helium
blowing insane mad
quack quack
red rag to a bull
pork chops 
had a meeting today
flipping over backwards

sending out invitions 
who was not invited
frothing bubbles
insane  
out of his nose
stench of duck 
killer looms
raging shutters fall
protecting the duck's
tiny ears

sitting wearing
peter...Read More