TUESDAY POPS AGAIN

THINGS WERE BETTER
BACK IN MY DAY

what
kind
of
wasteland
is
this
past ?

that permits
itself
such a rosy glow ?



Q&A

whats its like then
being a poet
and that ?

he asked
like all the words
were new to him

well i wrote it down
didnt i

i said

so i didnt
have to talk to you



POSTCARD FROM BRITAIN

cluster fuck
in
the
fug
over here

rich seams 
mined
to disaster

i hear a sid james laugh
whenever news sneaks 
itself on the tv

im behind the sofa
worse than dr who



ENGLAND NOW ?

is there no england now
in the post truth world ?

and when was this
truth world
anyway . . .

did i fucking blink ?

from telegraph.co.uk