Thursday 1 November 2018

NitFix


Brand Old Series, Same New Episodes


agitprop troupe 23

during cultural rebellions we
would perform in factories offices
shopping venues public squares & parks

I as stage manager second class
stood responsible for anything
blamed if actors fluffed their given lines

or they took the mickey out of those
inner party lags who called the shots
get my drift old chap 'twas quite a blast

anyway to cut the story short
politicians pinch yourselves it’s not
nineteen eighty-four we lost that war

puppets need improvisation skills
scripts with dialogues they write themselves
endings with beginnings also strings



she's a blinder

benchmarked legal code for those abused
clerks supreme court beaks have had their way
with the model-like peeps Hollywood
loves to portray

strut & fret down corridors of law
shouldering the bulk of disbelief
pending rulings on suspender hose
skintight as silk

sex is demonstrated here in court
witnesses swear oaths while crossing legs
jury's back for who's the fairest say
mirrors on walls

blushing sentences are carried out
stretcher-wise la petite mort or worse
ushers closing doors on last appeals
in camera

flesh photographers unfurling red
tape throw cordon-blues round centre-fold
advocates while glamour hands-me down
justice on heels



memo ad Mortem

novichok new player on the block
beats the competition buck for buck
targets people safely in the home
what's norra love

posted through yr letterbox or sprayed
bobbajob from door to door it knocks
conventionals into a cocked hat
what's norra love

let's be honest agents in the field
oughta have some nerve their work cut out
just delivering payloads on spec
what's norra love

overkill reduced to reportage
only damages collateral
neighbours passers-by & nosey cops
what's norra love

single drawback Russian provenance
means increasing import paperwork
still the bottom line's gotta be cost
what's norra love




I Candy Starr

victimised I played the glamour game
looks to kill for got me where I am
sexploited actor & pc star

who requires a second lease of fame
championing the moral myth crusade
talent always rises to the top

never mind my silence on the up
there was no alternative those days
catching eyes with fetching ways was all

anyone could do to land a part
if the competition now demands
damaged goods with attitude stroke balls

ok sex will sell it matters not
how I'm packaged long as folks can see
nothing on beyond the same old plot



memoir of a passerby

someone just not any old you know
whose appearance on the flags reveals
fleeting depths we guessed pedestrians
always possessed

Stendhal once remarked but then again
should we conjure up ephemera
basking innocently by the moon
light of the mind

leave such things alone for there's no use
fleshing out the ghouls of passing forms
with the dead they should cease to exist
soon as they're off

shoot 'em down like other authors cut
all superfluous detail & leave
nothing but the most important things
dangling in sight

vanish passerby your time is up
all we need to know of you a face
snapped in the sidelight of notice then
wiped from the plate




porn & cheese

funerals for the living not the dead
likewise war on evening watershed
stick the butt behind your ear Jed
smokin in bed

take a new position every day
Danish blue goes well on toast they say
as implied on Tuesday who is they
feet's in the way

smoke 'em out then ease the claptrap down
neighbours may complain don't wear a clown
mask the blindfold's healthier & brown
Leicester with frown

camera lights & action hold that pose
creamy cottage flavoured oil of toes
muslin sacks for pillows cheeky nose
thaaaaar she blows

leastways Tolstoy shoulda penned this scrip
Russian gangsters tore him off a strip
search me hearties all aboard her ship
shape bodice rip




a bigger scratch

pinkish dragons of the blue green world
humans face extinction purple nosed
smoking weapons burping flagrantly
into the wind

people your excrescence crusts the globe
like the exoskeletons of Mars
creatures once intelligent but now
ghostly retorts

what will future visitors to Earth
find upon its surface or above
rusting iron shores your graves or bones
left in the sun

debris drifting in the upper air
signals bouncing round Van Allen's belt
Netflix series still replaying old
episodes eh

sit them down to watch a bowl of crunch
can of frothy beer & scratch of arse
what a binge this planet had they'll think
better than ours

Not Again!




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