The Mundane Comedy
As the winners of mutual lotteries
of genetic and social privilege
compete before a billion worldwide eyes—
the Curiosity Rover comes of age,
beams back her Martian panoramic snaps, 41 more words
3 years, 3 months ago
If someone robbed me of a spare few quid
to go towards a fancy dinner spread
and offered me a spring roll, I’d take it. 33 more words
3 years, 4 months ago
I wonder which local tower block rooves
are nesting sites for rapier missiles?
Brooding sentinels, focussed above
for gatecrashers signaled by terror levels,
to hook onto the flailing Doppler shift… 67 more words
How soft bellied and bookish I’ve become,
these years since I last left the council yard.
My tattoo turning green, my scrawny arms,
my mind fetid with all those printed words, 71 more words
3 years, 5 months ago
Watching my ancestral homeland lose
another game of continental footie
at least serves as a good enough excuse
to quaff a few cold beers. Italian ’90… 46 more words
They’re having a street party two streets down.
I don’t begrudge their spirits, I won’t drive
my Republican dump truck through their lawns.
I sit at home and take a gentle sniff… 76 more words
I’ve no problem with all that Argie Bargie,
the Thames clogged up with waving Monarchy,
let’s wave our flags, salute her Majesty
and let those inbred toffs float out to sea, 29 more words