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Thursday, 21 May 2020

Stephen Crane gets His Head Round the Hostile Environment

A migrant said to Britain:
"Do you not see the sacrifices I make?"
"How ungrateful!" Britain replied,
"Isn't it enough that every Thursday at 8pm sharp
"I clap for your right to die for this great nation?"

Monday, 17 February 2020

this city

I

this city is a song
a pulse
a hum and crackle
a trembling
a feeling that if you stand still for too long
straddling the roads,
feeding the city,
you will be pulled in,
pulled up
burned,
turned to ash
consumed

II

this city
is old,
older than jesus christ

this city
is young,
is reborn every day at 9am

this city
is old enough
to let you move
the way you want to move

this city
is young enough
to let you be
what you want to be

III

this city,
a place of exits
and arrivals,
welcomes you
as you leave

IV

there's no other way of looking at it,
really
this city
is a Hotel California
kind of a place,
the hum and crackle you hear
is no different
from the current on fences
keeping the horses in

Earlier versions of “this city” have been published in the Leicester Mercury (27 February 2016) and in the anthology, Welcome to Leicester: Poems about The City (Dahlia Publishing, 2016).




Monday, 20 May 2019

The Politics of Friendship

On the way out,
Friendship stands at the door,
and announces to the room
what could have been said to the ear.

Friday, 11 January 2019

Bollocks to Brexit

- Know what?
- What?
- There's a really, really simple solution to the mess we are in.
- Yeah? What's that?
- Divide the country in two. Have the lot that wants Brexit move to one side and the lot that doesn't, let them move to the other side.
- There are countries that've done things like this?
- Yeah. Loads ... And, since walls are a thing these days, we should throw in one of our own for good measure and build a wall between the lot that wants Brexit and the lot that doesn't ... Simple, isn't it?

Wednesday, 2 January 2019

This city

There's no other way of looking at it.
Really.
This city
is a Hotel California
kind of a place.
The hum and crackle you hear
is no different
from the current on fences
keeping the horses in.