the greek church

Upon a mountain bound touring coach trip,

we bantered about with our shit British wit.

arriving atop the Grecian hills

we wiped our brows as the bus unfilled.

on a wild boar we did feast-

indeed a rare treat of meat!

Twas cooked by a dainty wild boar man,

Though old and frail, still gracious and grand.

After the food and wine on which we did dine

i wondered along, not expecting such a rare find!

in the wilderness of the forest at the end of a path

glory did stand! A church! How my heart did laugh!

the local hands had hewn with brightly illuminated precision

a building whose effect was the work of magicians.

in awe I saw stained glass catholic emblems

and old Greek Gods of ancient resemblance,

pews felled from the trees not far from my heart.

a place of worship, divinely inspired pure art!

I stood in the temple in the in the wood, humbled

when BANG! CRASH! more Brits in did stumble,

swearing, smoking, joking and farting .

I did directly declare my disgusted departing.

back aboard the bus

I ignored the others fuss

pondering only on what they couldn’t touch.

fanciful racism

You clock someone special

Who’d flocked to a techno festival.

You don’t talk, you just stare,

Captivated by her glowing flare.

Years pass, but you remember-

That aura of glowing ember.

You meet with her friends,

You sleep with some in the end!

Then up she pops, at a rave,

You can’t seem to stop the way you behave.

You find yourself insulting her-

Your unkindness resulting in a collective blur.

You think its funny, racial abuse,

But socially it’s akin to a strangling noose.

She takes it on the chin-

A girl of that caliber will always win. . .

Educated and classy,

Motivated and sassy!

Unfazed by juvenile mocking,

Carrying on in life, still rocking.

She returns the banter to your face,

You like the attention - any place!

She goes away,

On that sunny day,

 Hope next time I meet her

I somehow manage to greet her

In a more adult manner. . .

Instead of behaving like a fuckin’ spanner.

cuppa tea

I asked you out for a cuppa tea

To talk about similarities between you and me

I held no anterior motive, no dark intent

I simply wanted to communicate about energies spent

I’m sorry you might have got the wrong end of the stick

When I’m drunk I can behave like some what of a dick

It became a running joke

Amongst the towns folk

“cuppa tea cuppa tea” then they flea despite my plea

I understand and hold no ill feeling

I’m just glad you now find that cuppa tea more appealing.

futile fights with junkie jokes

I’m sorry I worry about how we are,

It’s bad and sad away I feel so far.

I ghast at the past unable to raise the bar,

Although love is above all else and scars.

I’m tarred and marked whilst making my memoir,

I relive unable to forgive until I talk Blah Blah,

Though that is deferred and unheard and off the radar-

Square one is no fun after ten years of war.

Unfair and outdone and no one to share ‘cept Tamar,

Her understanding the dirty landing and the bizarre.

Their was no hesitation for you taking station as Tsar,

Discarding an’ unregarding me and my sister,

To the abuse and public use of the opiate caviar.

With mother she no other permitting the pit too far.

Lost and at big cost did it come  -  Ra Ra,

You’d have owned it if you’d known it – Ta Ta.

Soon noon will dawn and we will be superstars.

HA HA.