Corporate Thunder

My name is Corporate Thunder
And I come for your vote
Or I’ll twist-free out your eyeballs
Do not touch your remote

My name is Corporate Thunder
And I see you’re remote
So I’ve come to blind your eyeballs
As I corrupt your vote

I see the Corporate Thunder come
Hide fast – save your vote
Don’t look straight at their eyeballs
Their corruption’s no joke

Please countrymen and patrons
I say lend me your ear
Only the poor or different
Have reason to fear

The wholesome mob among you
You who see that I’m true
Are set for thunders plenty
Doing what you love to do

Rhetoric

How is it slightly shocking
when the jokers cease their mocking?
When our silent door’s been knocked in?
When this time spent out is slept in?
How our lovers call their debts in?

Why does the thought make criers
of those bigots
maggots
liars?
All the cheaters and deceivers?
All the thieves-crooks-plebs-receivers?

Where can the buck be halted?
Why is the last,
defaulted?
Where are our truths remoulded?
Why are our mem’ries jolted
and when will this Hate be hated?!

[from November 2011]

Sol

Monotonous feet echo in clattering silence,
wind gorges down narrow escapes,
a can rattles towards its end,
trees rustle their dew-heavy leaves.
Dark is cast and clouds spread wide
(while a cat, somewhere screams – like a child).
The first drops are washed away
drains are soon filled by the cascades.

 

End of days

What is this feeling that lurks in the town
As time steels to five and shops wind down
Why the tinged lingering that flutters around
Where are they hiding the rest of the town!?

Ludgate hill 5am January 2012

takers rhyme

Someone takes it all
She knew
There’s someone takes it all
The sick heat of our
everywhere city-heads
crash against the wall

And in the broken bones
Of your crap dreams
Where cash has poisoned thoughts
And done-in trees
There are no wings
Nor cherubim’s

Giants of mirth ground down
She saw
Her giants of mirth ground down
Under weights of debts and pressure
So many ways to grind you down

Someone takes it all she knew
There’s someone takes it all
No floral wisps or sun rays
Dry her tears from this bleak floor

Who takes it all? Do you
Who stands fast taking
All the all?The liars robbing even bile
Still
There’s always more to take
Take more

Letter to all Land Lovers

Go get your boots on you land lovers
Grab coats and please turn out the lights as you go
reeking of debt you land lovers
stinking up our streets with the cash that you owe.

How can you expect
our deep pockets to fetch
all your woes till you’re ready
to pay back what you borrowed!

Instead of taxing your brain land lovers
Instead of developing again land lovers
Instead of staying in this wet hole
Instead of doing nothing but claiming your dole!

Break free land lovers
and head for the sea
grab your boots and your coats
for a trip, just to see.
Get out of this land that no longer inflames you
break free of our mock English hullabaloo!

It’s time, don’t you see
this time on your wrist
Enjoy what you’ve got before our claws get at it.

And if you stand fast
because of our past
for reasons that frankly escape even me.

Don’t come back in 20
– bemoaning the state
and don’t plod on duly just because.

Oh land lovers,
you can still love this land
but for happiness
love from afar
not from where you already stand!

Happiness (bare)

The most important thing is to have a clear vision
said a blind man
No said a short woman
the most important thing is to aspire to be higher
I disagree said a disagreeably large lad –
if you are thin you are happy
Or if one can hear
,
signed the deaf.
How can you not elect freedom of movement,
a prisoner whispered
And freedom of thought,
wrote a secretive girl
(from an undisclosed address)

On the other hand, enquired a gay guy –
acceptance is highly important to happiness,
Or maybe ones individuality brings joy
nodded a follower from amongst a crowd!
Happiness beams from the pages of books
contested an illiterate sexagenarian.
From the love of cherished offspring
sang a barren couple
From the voices of angels,
growled coarse throated smokers.
No! Please understand that happiness belongs to Men!
Gushed a feminist.
To the well-endowed
whispered a small fellow.
Surely the happiness you seek lies in the warmth of community
hollered the lonely crofter
from an isolated mountain croft…

There’s always a reason,
a question or tease
to ignite every hour as it flies…
Happy hum – bright smile,
pleased bounce
warm heart.
Knowing your peace through what may turn out lies.

Chocolate