a bucketful of poems 2

look close and you can see a poem in there!

cat stares at hissing kitten
when you say my name, i close my eyes.

clown

raise this demon:
call it democratically elected
and outline its sigil
in fire.
bleeding hearts and pitch
crusted sidewalk noises
we sift through carnival
to find the clown.

devil went to finland

the devil went to finland
and his hoofs froze in the ice.
he would have stayed longer,
but he’d left his skates
at home; he said “it’s too damned
cold here. you can keep it.”

james bond’s automobile part 1

slipslide mouse glide
and he says woah
while i say go
and batta batta
kapow boom now
your radio’s kaput,
can i choon this here
nob to jazz fm?
don’t touch that!
why not?
sky high flyer
no frequent flyer
points disregarded
by sudden feline attack.
squelch wheel, up ramp.
explode back seat.
oh, fuck, torn pants.
slit glass – invisoshield
you can’t see me
but i see you.
take that corner,
i take your toy.
if you want
to rule the world,
then you’re gonna need
your lego back.

pirate moon

pirate does moon
dance across the deck;
i wish he’d keep
his feet to himself.

shh

just drive – your perfume
laced with accusation
and chloroform; prick
balloon and watch bubbles
burst across open highway.
little puddle of blood,
stepped in creases your
lipstick and makes quiet
whimpering into carpet.
shh.
she’ll hear us.

weathergirl predicts rain

storm showers
maximum of sixteen,
and have you seen
my top? isn’t it tight?
my smile is broad
teeth are white,
tomorrow, it will rain.

zombie

what do you hope to find
in your sour unwashed fog
and trousers round
your ankles? what do you
hope to hear in that
tuneless ghetto accent?
where is the pride when
you evolve into a
self-infected zombie?

wrapped in red

you want your gift
wrapped in red
my sarcastic twitch
begs to toy with you
and i can’t pull it back
reign it in
tie it down
and make it shut up
just be cool.

tomorrow i will
burn cds
and wrap them in red;
bound with sarcastic ribbon
to hide my touch.

lost on mars

turn off the tv
radio tuned to static
chaos in the boardroom
you’re fucking fucked
in the head.

one more drink
just to remember
don’t you fucking
touch me, one more
drink to forget.

line them up
knock them down
stutter curses mixed
with promises, touch
her and you’re dead.

hey, watch where
you’re going, watch
where you’ve been
hey, nasa, this is mars
don’t you believe?

glorification

glorification
of self-destruction
found my bible
on the toilet wall

it’s okay
i miss your face
but i’m still breathing

helsinki

fish sticks and iced breath
close against the glass
but inside this fucking freezer
i am dialling emergency numbers
and screaming down the line,
“i wouldn’t try anything
in helsinki!”

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