Kit Kelen #1240 - a little prayer for Europe

1240

a little prayer for Europe

these days

big!

boots and bulldozers

borders all over

aeroplane

fire engine

hear the birds sing?

shoot them

that’s what they’re for  

won’t you build me a wall

see the ancient tree?

get a saw

everyone smashes glass

burns the place down

we’ve all given up being nice

I love coal and I love oil

love everything that burns

put a match under all of the others

dirty foreigners, the lot

we’re the bastards

set this world on fire

these days

everyone gets to be Hitler

please God, can I be?

all bow heads － the will is divine

won’t you pray along with me

you can wipe out the ones you don’t like at all

poofs and Muslims, commies, Jews

and I will be the boss, alright?

be saluted

busy to wreck

be supported!

so many lieutenants

to get the job done

everyone gets to be evil these days

it’s much more fun than being good

once you get going

get in the swing

lopping off heads is just great

teach them a lesson they’ll never forget

lopped heads look good on a pike

then there’s hanging

I’m getting excited

getting hard now

streets have been lined this way

I love to humiliate the others

have them wet the bed

let’s do experiments on them

and burn witches!

everyone eats his/her fellow creature

go on, admit it

best fresh, still alive

humanity?

don’t make me laugh

I’m First Person Shooter

take down your pants

and show us your stuff

that’s how the race will survive

and so pure!

like we always was

and now we’re great again

name up in lights!

atrocity!

you don’t need any kind of a plan

don’t have to make any sense

empty one’s brain

never much use

here, you can borrow my gun

why kick balls

when you can kick heads?

I like a squirming victim

not too loud though with the squeals

or they will be your last

that’s good!

jealous, I am

and mainly want more

petrol and daylight

cake, eat it too

get dizzy with myself some days

want Russia

and Russia wants a piece

want England

want the USA

roll out my tanks

drop all my bombs

and a ratatat ratatat

wonderful fun!

everyone wants to be Hitler

just once

have ironists for breakfast

don’t mock

any tired little bear would

eat up the picnic

no memory is required for the dream

it’s fully escorted

the buffet is all you can eat

a trip to hell!

are you coming or what?

everyone’s tucked up by mummy to bed

now every cosy night

don’t worry, don’t worry

it’s not as if

…

all of the grownups are out of the room

no one will know what we did

and then you simply say amen

heaven’s still waiting

it’s yours 

Rob Schackne #954 - "A sign, a sigh, a sigil"

A sign, a sigh, a sigil

birds drop their twigs

what went before

absolutely conceived
what will come after

you listen to the music

turn and kiss her
something in the air
you don't quite see it

car was careless, a death

Kit Kelen #1239 - fault my logic - a dare

1239

fault my logic －

a dare

(notes for a novel)

the last democracy

our island

how they flock

pass go

collect

read my lips

and

make my day

we really are the best

but there are doubters, even here

we scoff

we laugh to scorn

so many come

we must be cruel

isn’t this island just for us?

if not we’re gone as well

then where on earth will we go?

I love your skin

and long to get in

all my friends are here

some are furry

some are bald

aren’t we pure and true?

aren’t we just the best in the world?

won’t you sing with me?

some shave

and some let go

before the cock crows three times

it’s not what you believe

it’s what they ask me

come to the well

let’s argue

whose water (?)

just for instance

how good we are

how kind

and counting

puzzle it up with

numbers just

eternity itself

bears witness

they pass go

and we collect

it was then we found

the hair on the soap

somebody would pay

ark and dove

all girt by

there is the shame of we －

an oddity of socks

the wall

press up

snout close

come to the end of the world

here’s the shadow waltz we are

a game show!

look!

you’ll never find me

best in the world

are we progressing?

we are more!

can’t see for smoke

please hold my lump

let sniff

love ordure

for its sign of life

are you on fire as well?

and what’s a bear to do?

you think I’m doing nothing

when all along I’m here  

Rob Schackne #953 - "Through rain"

     Through rain
     through smoke
     through meat
     bizarro to grueso
     outside looks in

     shudder a minute
     cartoons crash

     wings trill up
     sleep awhile

     why not listen
     what in the world
     get out of there
     get out now

     good night

Kit Kelen #1238 - go to ground

1238

go to ground

I am crumbling

I rot, rust

I am a hundred years in these clothes

the work is unpaid because we believe

some pages are ugly but we will forget

because it is love

days numbered

talk yourself into things

talk yourself out

these wings all where I’m buried

tomb it too

I unscrew my head

everything of me seems fated

that’s how it is with the past

because we believe in it

come crisp in the fire

and bright the words

they were hard

lay down

stretch out

be tree

to rise

I must be

at the beginning

Rob Schackne #952 - "Silent becomes"

      


      
                 Silent becomes
                 ever more silent
                 if that were even
                 possible since 
                 the suspension of
                 jesus say anything
                 it used to be right here
                 (we'll need another round
                 before this one's over)
                 and as far as
                 forgetting goes
                 less is simply less
                 and less again
                 until one morning
                 you open the paper
                 and read it's still there

Kit Kelen #1237 - mumbrella

1237

mumbrella

raining here a world away

now I’m using the mumbrella

falling apart thing

bits coming off

a little shaky

bent in the spokes

a study in the persistence of things

that one day too are gone

we declare them

but for the present

still damp

folding down

same world after all

indoors

and under the weather

Kerri Shying R # 626 - Tamworth boar

Tamworth boar photographed by Andrew Ferris

Tamworth Boar

shines gold as a new Krugerrand

fast  and bossy in the paddock

don’t under estimate a  ranga

up the country

small eyes missing

nothing     ears up

tail   limp still   he’s got

the females covered

best hoof forward

long nose

purebred   in the air

Kit Kelen #1237 - to sneeze at

1237

to sneeze at

we don’t make sense to anyone

no one understands

louder? do you think that would do it?

read an election

it’s what we are

bless the cotton in their socks

don’t get it?

I was across the thing

drilled down too

wore a hard-hat

I was hi-vis

had a dark hour with your fear

got over it

better to be afraid of a lie

I spit on the nothing they offer

what good?

am I less than the difference?

tune back to sphere for music

thought I made sense

thought there was a plan

I thought I was on message

had a topic sentence too

bend back and row

I know we will come

to the light on the hill

that’s the religion of a thing

been worried about this for some time

and wonder what I mean

Kerri Shying R # 625 - Duroc sow

sow photographed by Andrew Perris



Duroc sow

I see you running
at my side like a little
dog that grin slashed up
hoping  maybe a stick    do
curly tails wag    anything
to comply   the round mould
of your back
a rest for the outdoor
reader     legs equal stanchions and
everything pointing
forward
let evolution
cure the nose alone