Usual Walk
no clouds
in the sky
air
no diesel
hard taste to tongue
sun-drenched
leaves
glare
shot off
stark naked asphalt
lone pitbull
prowls
wag
collar-less
defecates a footpath
barren roads stretch
out
no diesel
driving to
the sky
The Play That Goes Wrong
how could a play
go more wrong than
this
flame blazing velvet
curtain burnt to a
crisp
juliet a snotty wretch
coughs on romeo's
kiss
flood in the stalls
sorry show they will
miss
a play could not
go wrong more than
this
1666 - 2020
fire, fire,
pour on water!
peasants, make sure you
pack all your goods
but Pepys, sir, they are
treading on each other
fire, fire,
pour on water!
black air flicks the timbers
run, with all that you have
thatched roofs meet hot anger
your homes are ashen soot
fire, fire,
pour on water!
London’s burning, Karta’s burning!
mothers, grab your joey
the walls, the breaching trees
are caving in, a whirlwind
sweeps flame a’furious
fire, fire
pour on water!
stinging air in the eye storks
outrun, you cannot though
no flight in the fired sky
let them shelter in your burrow
fire, fire
pour on water!
lend your home to any peasant
stuff them in to every crevice
mind the dung pile and push
past the oak wood cupboard
wombat, wombat
you will burn bright
The Call: A Fire
000
my home is on fire
door handle
sizzled
roof is caving in
the smog
has clogged
my lungs
cooked up
a roasted roo
flame streaks
line the streets
it could be you at home
too
@james_robertson42
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