Poetry demand

He shoves it to the left

and wriggles it back to the right.

The ball dances on a flipper

then sinks outtasight.

Judge Dredd, Ace of Clubs

multiball and more!

She tries to regain level

maybe make the highest score!

A target sinks under accurate fire!

Another goes and extra ball is lit!

She’s sweating now, reefer and beer…

A crowd has assembled

crushing close, pushing near.

She lets the ball bounce on a rubber,

subtle fingerplay shows off

her skill with the machine

she’s pissing him off!

TWACK! Goes the machine,

again for Specials lit

the metal ball is glowing

the flashing lights are getting hit!

Bump-bump go her hips

as she puts her body in

Two free games, no more!

The targets are all a-spin!

Finally she can do no more

her control has worn thin…

Over to you she shouts

do better! With a grin.




Every night I go flying

through walls and ceilings for

the work of the One is

never done.

I will not ask

for the right

to assemble my deeds

for you here

but ask now for the time

to make the right

of all things

like the realisation

of consciousness

the precious two


between eyes at the front


and the centre

of thought

knowing the


for them first time

when blindfolded

with the odour

of race.


My internet life has begun

With a fishful of stars

By the tankful.

It is not because I have

no endeavour, it is because

Sweet Yassy is there I am thankful.

First India reads and it is cool

To think they are waiting

For me to sleep

For their watchful eye

Over me to slumber

And forever keep

In the arms of Sati

And use of the drum

To tattoo on my arm

I am a poet and have no

Need for firearm

Nor bomb to explode

With vigour and vim

Over pages of alter ego.

It takes but a minute to

Fill and use the constellation

Of virgo.


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Born under punches

Said David Byrne

my faith in Islam

Has seen me through

I know not and wonder

At the caste of your eye

As you follow me everywhere

With a smile

My Dear love Kate

It touches your feet

As they wear my glass shoe

It fits the anywhere flow

Of your dress all sombre

And white

Your collar so Dear in black

So surfeit

Of my goal which

Is victory for the snake.


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There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.


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It is a long time to go to the end of all things

and it does not need the start to end and the begin

to go it takes the lot of lot to make all the same

and that does not mean the end but indicates the start of all

that makes it in the rook and not the rye of it

and that is why they want to add the one

to the end of the story which is about

the right of all and not the right of one

and that is not the doing but the keeping

in the word of man and that is all



This is what they say to me

I ain’t a winner and a loser be

there isn’t time for them to run

as I aim and wonder what the trees

have in store for me

where there are leaves

and there are weeds but all the runners

are just plain simple

and done with me as I run

for the hoops of love

and wonder how it is

they do not know

it is about the rights of all

and not the sum of parts

called the re and rhyme of


where the lights are on

and no one knows

if it is good

to be here in Bath

where all and sundry

hate me for what I am

ANC and that is what they say

it is not here but there

and I wonder why

it takes a mamba to make it


Go now and do good

for it is time of the