Your lissome regrets

Harbour no sails

As I groom you to know

I am not equal to your love

I sustain

You envelope

Me in your lusting

For More.

I wonder at my name

Prince William of Brit

For never shall I know

How you found me

Alone as a knave

Now my wish has been

Granted. I have found

A Tommy but you are

The swell I have been

Swimming for.

Lift me up so I surf

The Kalahari again

Resist not

Dear Kate

You are the timely

Saint of my

Longing. B


COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

And they call them antipsychotics

Olanzipine makes you obese

Aripirazole makes you lactate

Clozapine makes you faint

But I’m not worried about the seniority of the doctors in charge

Who are too young to understand the sensitivity of the psyche

And its warrants to allow those with undue pressures to perform

To allow them to feel secure in the findings of medicine

They don’t understand the use of prescription medicine to help their cause

To understand feelings misjudging them as faithless beings

Inscribed with the factual and not informative.

I feel they are killing us successfully as they use their means to open doors they should leave shut and to close them is impossible once they begin their terror.

Picu is psychiatric intensive care which they do not do. They don’t care and leave you caged with your medicine until you adapt to their way of thinking.

It is sure to be the end of all thinking when they absolve themselves of all jurice prudence and allow the writing to say it all.

My teacher’s voice in the classroom

of hate

like a predator drone as I gazed out the window.



She couldn’t stop it, this hate,

for it was a solvent in use

to gain a respite

from the world of known

things called the right

of realtime examining

of cause and effects.



There is no right and wrong

in the boundless energies of

timely being.



There is a time for it to be

here and they want it now.



It’s not what my mind thinks

it’s what my mind does

it bends over backwards

and over the loop de loop

for you.



And your understanding

of the crisis at hand.



By the morrow it shall be

over but for the sorrowing

anger of you and your

sinning breaths.





(To the sound of Red-boy by Robbie Robertson to whom I greet)

It behooves me to trust the end of the soul

that makes it all the way

to the end of it and not to the starting and that means you know and not

the end of the word but the starting of it


it is the one who does that does not go

and the one who is that doo’s and that makes

the heart of the matter the start

of the right-wing of them and that makes it

the start of the right-way and the left-wing and it is not then but them who asks if is and not they

and they do not knowledge but they do and they do not

know it but

then they

do and it is

and it isn’t and that makes

the whole long time sinner

then and then

and not they

and that makes it Lott

and not salt for it is about to time



and try and went through the

end of it and no soul

shall keep me from them.



When someone blew me they knew

it would be a matteR of time

before I killed your head prefect but they did not know

it would be you too, sweetheart, mine

since I love you too dearly

not to know it is the wrong kind

of love for you and your friends like mine

who ask not for the gayest of problems but

the right of all to be here and not there

and that makes it all fine

and dandy and not

the right way

but the wrong

and you too

shall be here and there

and not here and to four

for it is the wrong kind of laughter

that you reap and that

makes for the wrong timed liker

and the right timed wrong to be here kind of

language tested faith and you all know it too.



I met her on the barber chair and she said to me

“What do you see when you ask for wool in the eyes?”

I answered: “I ask for the redbook and not the blind alley’s

time off for good behaviour”

and she said: “It will be ten dollars more for that!”

and I replied askance-like: “What do you want for meat

and potatoes in the morning?”

She answered: “It would be surprising if you could do it to me when

you all need a friend in the evening and not a lover for you

know it is true

that all the wandering souls of the world are

about to be here and there and not

in their asses like you!”

“It isn’t the way” said I “it is the render of the white that makes

it so good to me and that is why you want to be here and then it shall be too long

for you to be able to make it to the rent and that

shall keep you quiet too” I preached and she asked:

“what is the wrong kind of wet when it is all the

wander and the work?”

“It is the wrong and the left and it is the left and the right-winger

say I

and “Toute suite!”



It is fair to say

that all the apartheid-mongers of the world

are fascists, not racists

and they do not know it

but they are all about to be found out.

It is for the one and all

to know it for they all

are about to be found here in the pages

between my knees

as I spew it all over

the page.

And I know it for I have been there

and I know what it is

to be controlled from the outside

and in.

It ios not the fact that they oppress me

it is the fact that

they oppress you in your keeping

to the law of the state

that is:

keep clean in your mind

and the rest will follower and they don’t know that

they depend on the stick

not the carrot

and that can be

the end of me, of me, of me.

It is Marlowe who wrote that he was/is the one

who wrote about me to the press

and he ios the one who gave the game away

about me for he knew it would blow me

but he was not acting alone

he was actually getting in with Edge

the Vice-chancellor in charge of research

at the University of Bath

who knew what it was

but didn;t care as long as he won

for he is not there

but here

and that goes to show

he is a fascist and not

the one who is winning here.

Nor is Maerkel and nor is Benn

who asked for it and they do notof the North an

know it built they do

nor is Cameron and nor if gluvine new to it.

Nor are the people worldwide

who own a part of the New Game called mock

the Bruce with their wordpress blogs.

They are all guilty of suppressing evidence and they know it now.

It is a fact that they are all about to die for

they work for Ernst and Young

and they do not know they have been found but

now they do.

It is Hilary Benn who spilt the Labour vote in favour of

Splitting from Europe

and War with the Koreans of North and then South

as they destroy the East and its Tiger.




These are the days when I feel the most

The time is right for a most

Timeous intervention on me

Anyone called Mari would

Understand I am in an

Unhappiness buzz right now

So don’t tell me to sort it out

Mail me a note that I might explain

How the loss of my mother still

Affects me since she drowned in the sea

And I won’t swim anymore.

The whole colour of life has changed

And no structure has introduced the noose

To the onstage performance.

These shadowless days – I run away

But I can’t escape.

Copyright B E Saunders