Seen is the reflected
Wanted is the defected
But if hated is the refracted
Then lately will be the de-compacted.
Hate the original thinker
And you will be one too:
Love the first called blinker
And there will be one girl left for you.
How was it you were hollow to remember my name
When the halls knew your latent fame?
Did you think I would blink when your arse did his think
And the paper was not a Horatio bidet –
Do you know my (new) day,
Or is it to untimely for this to be the one fashion poem too say?
Lady, girl, friend
Chip out some wood with that tiger and the Ludhiana food
It looks good on you
Leave some for two
And there will be some for three
Seer, quality, streets for Lafeyette to regret the imparting of some stretched marks
Too far, too soon
Too much, too soon
Intense like a open corpse and area 51 Scorpio library
There is always Gary after the shoe show
Boots and all.
Boot.
What a waa waa boot “for you”,
There could have been four for your dad at the door,
Driving Miss Daisy past the worn out Newspapers looking for in drain spite and nations.
What does it mean to be like you – Hugh, St Hugh’s, Jew and Colonel before the time?
Palestinian crimes and Darfur rhymes long before the Durr account.
Were you a scout with the cleaners?
Could it be you have fallen from Fight Club gloves?
Almonds under the bed
Some changed sheets instead
And nothing after the used up hack
Spack-attack! Nothing can save that. Fallen soul.
Pope’s channeled goal. Are you into Akaashic fields now too?
There is football in India now for you.
They play in blue
With the Chelsea boys
And fake injury fairly
Unlike my heart when you broke it
For the cost of a token
Like a moment in the luxury limelight (and how a burger cost £20)

Jivan

Modest are the lanes of Broad Street
Long before the times of closet homosexuals
Who take Broads to ways out West
When the wildest and wettest t-shirt does best
For a six marriage Hollywood set piece
Over brightest Blighty’s divorce law crest and craving:
Buddha is raving for some more boys on the beach
Reading a book called ‘Reach’.
Smoke
Served
Vote and anthem again
But bear in mind if there is nothing in an E.C.T. brain
Then what is the strain
Psychiatric trainer
Look alike no-brainer
Come again
See the truth
Nobody likes you – without you in the room
Broom.
Cinderella
Go find a clever fella
With his rocks and bells and whistles
Who needs polished policed public brushed bristles.
Admire
Turn
Shoot again –
The Afghans are not yet out of naughties and grapes
Trapsing through the photo album of time
In the loose lasoos of the investors who cannot help others to make money
God! Your funny. Laugh for me like a tree
Knowledge lady
Have you seen any skeletons lately?
Cups get bored when you’re the Queen in the room
And heroes are hard when the goal is your Sewa for some cooperative ‘shrooms.
Glisten like The Glimmer Man and send up The Wayans Family
And life will know the moustache again
So the Punjabi can bowl the Goatee away again-
Sell it to me
Bell it to me
Text me
And don’t hesitate to page me.
The rage might me late
Tandems are at the gate
And laughter is a Mile High late.

waste

In time there was quorum on the forum of time
To have sent the earth some special photos of finders
Who met in the right place at the right time
To know that poetry was wrong.
They asked, what is it?
They asked, what was it?
They asked:
They asked:
They asked:
_____________________

Now is now
Put that in a package Mr Levis
And get some roots
Showing off was not so successful
When the clown was accompanied by school proof.