may 4th

a poem that might be more just a little rant




if i hear one more person
make the awful starwars joke
or talk about the sequential time and date
they slept through
i might just have to yell

"noone cares
and anyone who did might care
or has ever cared
or could possibly even be persuaded to care
tortured into caring
or forced to pretend to care
has heard this
more than enough times
to be sick of it"

may 3rd

a poem about inferiority


its always reassuring
when youre in-
credibly bad to
see someone struggle worse than you ever had to

may 2nd

a poem about poems


i never wrote a poem for financial gain
i never even really wrote a poem to get fame
though i have seen other poems and wanted to do the same

i have written poems as catharsis for pain
i have written poems as way of keeping sane
and ive sometimes written poems just to get thoughts out of my brain

i never wrote a poem for a contest or a prize
i never wrote a good poem in several hundred tries
though ive written many poems - any way and any size

ive written poems about drowning in eyes
ive written poems about things that i despise
and i even wrote a poem or two about hemlines rising up thighs

i never wrote a poem to try to earn respect
i never wrote a poem to try to get me sex
no wait, scrap that i tried, it was just i didnt get

ive rarely written poems for humourous effect
ive often written poems to commemorate upset
and for every poem like there are a couple of dozen i reject

i never wrote a poem that could make me belong
i never wrote a poem thats literarily strong
and poems i write often seem to end up as songs

a thoughts too short - a poem flickers then its gone
i worry when a poem i write starts to get too long
i feel like my poems on that game show waiting for the gong




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im feeling all biblical about the way this blog is now 40 poems old

may 1st

a poem for labour day



im not quite sure how but i was too caught
up in my own busyness to spare a thought
for the international brotherhood of workers

so much for showing solidarity
a vague desire for greater parity
seems to be whats left of my indignation

i hardly had a heart for rioting
but my protest songs are now sung too quitely
long defore theyve served their pupose

i never changed the world with a 2 chord song
i never used my art to right a wrong
never pressed my claim for compensation

against the careless iconsideration of the wto
but its still labour day and ive still got the chance to show
the world only seems to value the intrinsically worthless

so though i cant be arsed to riot that dont mean that i dont care
im still some kind of fighter - fairly free and freely fair -
i may never be che, but hey a beret would muss my hair
and the televised revolution generations everywhere
bringing systems down from inside - far too gently but i swear
theres revolt in my revulsion and a bullet in my stare
we'll find out how to poison cream - so fat cats had best beware
were flicking v signs at the back of globalisation