THE GREYSCALE LEAVES, FRAG POPS

under the same sky
where warplanes fly
i walk the pale dawn

agog & grounded

kicking the greyscale leaves

~

its a terrible wonderful world
& we are safe we think
on the western islands
in our bells of mist

~

now the fire in my knees

is extinguished

by wading thru

the soup

in the hall

a trail like smudged pencil

i imagine as my wake

THATS MY ENGLAND

damn cockerel
he bought opposite
needs oiling
needs a new battery
needs the chopping block

i am on my knees

in my mind

when i hear it

now someone is shouting 

bless you

after

every

cock-a-doodle-meh

& thats my england

right there

PICASA MADRIGALS, WEIRD PRAYER & FEVER DREAM

GEEZERS - ON THEIR KNEES

tracksuit kid-dad holds energy fizz 
in sovereign ring and superking fist
his
body 
says yes 
says no 
says maccy d bfast
says xbox
says
whichever lady newsreader he saw last 
on her knees
says 
lottery win / a rollover
says
flash crisp fifties in the local
barmaid on her knees
says
the only spice girl he can remember 
on her knees
got 

a baby seat strapped by plywood subwoofers
beer mat in the windscreen
and
a
repainted badge he scratched the colour out
on his knees

ex-forces day labourer
back trouble dad
picks 
him 
up 
for 
pool

sucking special brew after sign on
body 
says yes 
says no 
says want some ?
says lend me twenty notes
says want work want respect want to moan and moan 
says 
cuppa 
says 
bacon buttie
says 
your mother boy
should have been on her knees 
says yes 
says no
says the man
has 
got 
me
on my knees

from tampayoga.wordpress