Elaine Savage:

Boxing Clever

Guy I know drags a bone by string

Said it used to be his scrag end

Until protein pirates ate his bling

They are way becoming a trend

People chewing on leather laces

No sustenance in such footage

A casey football from over the terraces

Too dubbined such our luck is

An Ice cream van got waylaid

the driver all alone

The intrepid band who preyed

Had no respect for his cone

We are living in desperation

Where the teeth barons abound

They will offer you a fortune

Each silver filling a pound

We pray to the national lottery

And the mystic down the town

Have you ever seen such a coterie

where frauds and liars abound

No assured three score and ten

Zimmers left for scrap

No tai chi, aerobics or any zen

Can spring this trap

The only comfort, and solace

A modicum, a kernel

Is that at least the gentry still pot a brace

So hope springs eternal.

                                                     The machine

Where do I end and it begins

limbs reaching out to metal

Neuroscience has names for this

we just know it as

an affinity

the extrapolition from limb to steel

that surefire feeling of belonging to the machine

if it fails us we blame it

but we were always the controller

and it just the machine

  Terror

keep running

it won't catch you

you feel it's breath on your neck

your legs buckle

keep going

don't let it win

gliding and gliding

the valium with its sword of protection kicks in

safe for another battle

                                                Interviewing Religions

My best friend took me to her church

I liked the pictures and the smell

Was not too sure about the references to hell

Another mate took me to witness

more hellfire and damnation stuff

and they had pictures

Some others told me that bacon was out

Another lot said I should never, never shout

even if I was in agony,  as it would cause the child awful doubt

In weariness, I wandered alone

None of these deities could be got on the phone

It came to me as a revelation

The only  belief that I needed was

women's emancipation

Without the women, these men were fucked, Hallelujah blokes, time is up

Nothing to do with me

Some squaddie preggers

aint it a laugh

stupid cow

should have watched who she pashed

These birds are always looking for love

lusts the order of the day

how stupid are they

to imagine it any other way

Down the years is the son of the father

A handsome clever lad

More going for him

than his errant ungrateful Dad

  

Forever Altered

Daydreaming in the jungle

Hope bullies at bay

Try to be watchful

Keep them away

Arms pinned

running pel mel

helter skeltered to who knows what

brick, blood, bits of teeth and chin amok

Nobody saw

Nobody spoke

Lifetime treatment, one kid, front teeth

Nobody cared anyway.

                                        Fog on Moss Side

the fog air

sucks your breath

even under the balaclava

apparitions

more interesting than people

a massive world unknown

familiar changed

so ghostlike

will it stay

please infect tomorrow

with the same

 

  Mom's Lament

 

I was wrong, don't tell me

Default setting for mother, is wrong, I know the drill

Feed them,

Don't,

cuddle them,

Don't

That Dr Spock must be turning in his grave

Due to all of the mothers he misinformed and swayed

To his ideas about regimes

and when to feed the child

how many kids grew up

wishing they had not been born

                                    Playtime in Moss Side

We ran at each other with chickens feet

pulling their tendons

oblivious to their fate

Occasional rats, some dead, a brick would surely tell

dressing like princesses, crepe paper et al

Marking the pavements with roller bearing skates

Marking territory with kids from other estates

Hanging round Alex Park

Whit Week's around the corner

New clothes for all

Whit Sunday at the matriarch's

kids looking fine

Uncles giving coins

Kids happy

Family memories sublime

Summers gift

I wish you summertime forever

feet splayed at peace

warmth coating you

sparkle upon sparkle

Ease and exhalation

No nightmares, grief or terror

wrapped up in concoctions so sweet

Enveloped head to toe in peace

Shining all the days of fun

and sun

How Much?

How much do you love me mummy?

More than all the grains of sand

Will you kill the bogeyman for me?

Wherever he might stand

Can you kill all the bogymen?

I will do my best to try.

But do you know where to find them?

No, but my mote will help me try.

Absolution

They circle me In black

My guilt smells and contaminates

How could I have ever been so bad

What evils did I perpetuate

I feel ruin and abjection

Please give me salvation

It hurts too much to be human

In this place

In this time

They circle me and so

The sin must be mine

The unlived

A nameless, closed chapter

Dreams dead

Devoid of hope, aspiration and laughter

The world turns red

Whilst still within

Cherished

Waiting to begin

Why perished

Lights, Cold steel

Agony, anxiety

Desperate appeal

To any devil or deity

Aeons blur detail

Quelling your essence

Yet still I rail

In despair for your presence

Off to Paris Monday.   Sadly just overnight, meeting in the hotel near the airport and then back home.  Oh well, I suppose looking at the shops in Charles De Gaulle airport is a bit thrilling.

New Poem

Tracts passed down

 Is this the way of things

 What kind of clown

 depicts horror and mutilations

 Who thinks that they have dispensation

 to confer pain on any generation

 No self respecting deity

 Of any denomination or piety

 Has any rights over the dead or alive

 It is time all religion was archived

Elaine Savage: Tracts passed down Is this the way of things Wha...

Elaine Savage: Tracts passed down
Is this the way of things
Wha...: Tracts passed down Is this the way of things What kind of clown depicts horror and mutilations Who thinks that they have dispensation ...

Tracts passed down
Is this the way of things
What kind of clown
depicts horror and mutilations
Who thinks that they have dispensation
to confer pain on any generation
No self respecting deity
Of any denomination or piety
Has any rights over the dead or alive
It is time all religion was archived

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Spent the week in Hatfield doing a module for my masters at Uni of Hertfordshire.  Great course, fantastic people!

Rome

Rome was great, really hot.  Lovely ruins.

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