BLOGGING / WRITERS WAY / A RHYME ?!

its thirteen years 

since i decided stoned
to write a poem a day 

until i die or dont

& i havent died 

& i mostly do
weekends off

some weekdays too

& typing up the meat weather
& the cracked prism shine

i showed me i was more 

than a sponge for wine

& tho i write enough 

to post something daily
my blog is tired 

& needs a redux badly

& sober now

as a coffin nail

i have evolved i think

from the cocktail wail

& it keeps me honest 

like they say
this discipline

this writers way

& like Bad Clay

i now have books aired

so very many thanks

to the publishers who dared

BEAR CORNER 1990

& tho we all said DONT

he would run ahead

to the phone box 

on bear corner

& dial 999 

& shout BOLLOX

at the answering dispatcher 

then stand triumphant 

on the pavement
a lit b&h in his 

half-sovereign fist

waiting for us to catch up

every friday night

after last orders

in 1990 or 91

PICASA MADRIGALS, DAY & DO

OH DEAR TERESA MAY

(oh) dear teresa may,


     please dont.  



     yours 
     sincerely,


     signed

     basic sanity
     &
     conscientious responsibility


     PS
     just dont

     PPS
     hows the investigation into election fraud 
     by 19 police forces doing ?

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