Sunday Dinner at Harry's

Gravy glistened upon his chin
Wine stained lips all aquiver
Anticipating
The sliver
Of beef upon his fork
On his tongue
Medium rare, it melted
And to the Yorkshire pud
Crisp and brown
It slipped down
Most agreeably
Swished with Ruby Cabernet
Glug!
He shilly-shallied between
The carrot and the bean
But decided to spear both
In an obscene
Fashion
And slosh
Another drop of sauvignon
Like the curve of a woman's hip
He slavered over a splendiferous spud
Roasted
Down the gullet it did slip
Chops slapped
As he lapped and feasted onwards
Afterwards
A napkin daintily dabbed
Signalled that he was finally sated
He undid a button or two
And waited

For dessert to come.

Yesterday's Boy

His face had a blackberry shine

plucked from the thicket...

purple fingers and scuffed knees

How a boy should be....

Clothes smelling of fresh air

not living rooms and fags.

Trees climbed and hideouts

to find, the day filled with 

adventure and the promise

of the unknown. Exploration,

unexpected finds, an old boot,

a tin can.....who is the old man

in no.42? Knock on the door...

and run......roll down the hill

as fast as you can.....then dig a

hole and hide sweets....In the 

distance his name is called, 

time for home.....Dinner!!

and a bath to wash off the

mud ....but not the memories.

They will always stay.

The Cabinet of Millionaires Make Underclass soup

The carcasses

Of the Underclasses

are made into soup

Boiled flesh n guts

Sipped on silver spoons.

Blood sucked dry

through straws of gold

And skin

stitched into luxury leather

Prole bones

into aspic

Veins taut strings

For violins,

Teeth stacked

To build

Ivory Towers

And

Hearts ripped

Out for the heartless.

who say.....

"Let the profitless be discarded 
& let their lives be disregarded 
there's nothing in it for me
I care nothing for them
You see!!"

 Yes the cabinet of millionaires
sip underclass soup..........

I'm Just Not That Into You Anymore. (Sorry)

When I look

At you

my

Intestines

Sink
Into the

Floor

And
My balls

Retract

Due to

The fact

That…............

"I'm just not

That into
You

Anymore…Sorry"

.....And

That Girl

Over there
Big tits -

Blonde hair

Promises me

The

New
No more!!!Can I

Do you
And not

Weep?
Just let me

Sleep!!!!

Or at

Least

Can I
Think of Her

Whilst I’m

At it?

And even if

You stood

Naked
Legs over your Ears

I still
Wouldn’t
Notice
You’ve washed
My Pants

For too many
Years!!
I no longer
Have
A motive

So take
Your wit

And take
My pants

And just fuck off will yer!!