Cruel mother doesn’t do auditions
save my life with drones
these are strong days.
Mass murder affliction
presumes you love terrorists
humanity crimes committed by deed poll.
Pleas of guilty are ‘out of character’
Bullet craze is our first priority
where is the new infection now?
Bliss is tea and clean sheets
BOLD is beautiful
my holiday heartache returned home alone.
Offensive genius insults with pure delight
pour your thoughts down the guilty gutter
wash your mouth out with hope.
A radiant smile is waiting for a lover
a stranger, standing solemn, awaits
something bad to happen.
Materialist wanderings in a shopping centre
leave empty minds wanting more,
its less trouble than thinking.
‘Hang on a minute!’
We might never see you again
until the search machine reveals you – as a creepy kid.
But stop all this
because I am in no hurry
to reveal all.