Remember, remember the fifth of November....

Poem

Twist

Solved
poem
at the brink
of mourning light;
have a drink:
vodka,
rocks.

Ice
hisses,
slides and tinks
the glass tumbler
with lime twist,
Stoli,
crisp.

V

"People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people."
--from V for Vendetta

once, I.....

lyrics - XTC

King for a Day

Everyone's creeping up to the money god,
Putting tongues where they didn't ought to be.
On stepping stones of human hearts and souls,
Into the land of nothing for free.

Well the way that were living,
Is all take and no giving,
There's nothing to believe in,
The loudest mouth will hail the new found way,
To be king for a day.

Everyone's licking up to the new king pin,
Trying to get way up with a smile.
Sing for your supper boy and jump to a finger click,
Aint my way of living in style.

cause the ladder gets longer,
And ambition gets stronger,
I cant satisfy the hunger,
That bad old moon has got you in its sway,
To be king for a day.

You're only here once so you got to get it right.
(no time to fuss and fight.)
cause life don't mean much if measured out with someone else's plight.
(in time you'll see the light.)

cause the way that were living,
Is all take and no giving,
There's nothing to believe in,
The loudest mouth will hail the new found way,
To be king for a day.

poem

SinTax

Creme-filled expectation
sweetened and sifted onto your lollipop
tongue and bubblegum lipstick,
over time, in blocks of cold-packed
imagination and puckered thoughts
frozen for ice-age eons up
brick-layered steps, around the lazy
concrete corner, down the easy alley
of your lathered desire
as she dances, tip-toed, around
the stripped, striped maypole
and the furrowed horizon of your soul:
honey-dripping lips.

lyrics -The Clash

"The Street Parade"

When I was waiting for your phone call
The one that never came
Like a man about to burst
I was dying of thirst

Though I will never fade
Or get lost in this daze
Though I will disappear
Into the street parade

It's not too hard to cry
In these crying times
I'll take a broken heart
And take it home in parts
But I will never fade

I was in this place
By the first church of the city
I saw tears on the face
The face of a visionary

Though I will disappear
To join the street parade
Disappear and fade
Into the street parade