Joe - Hello Poetry

Joe Jul 2012

I've never been a boobtube man
On me or on others
Stand up against these tubular *****
My sisters and brothers

Joe Jul 2012

Two young Americans
Sit before me on a train
Discussing their fathers fashion taste

How did this conversation start?
Is there any way I can interfere
To halt it?

A woman runs full pelt past my left-hand window
The doors shut, she gazes through the pane, as we
Move off- wet eyed, gutted

I try to express with my dry eyes, sorry eyebrows
That she has been saved from a fate
Worse than a quiet platform

Joe Jul 2012

No Sweeter Sin

Parma became violent
She threw her weight
Around

Bertie cowered
Hunched shoulders, eyes straight
Down

Parma pounded, pummeled
Bert's soft head fell
In

It takes allsorts
Bert's final thought
There is no sweeter sin

Joe Jun 2012

Untitled

The air is taut
It snaps and crackles
Surrounded by a crowd of jackals

No one knew still no one knows
From where this ****** Ivy grows

Through the keyhole up the wall
By Thursday it was ten feet tall

No one knows still no one knew
From where this ****** Ivy grew

The air pulls tight
Thick Ivy shackles
Enter in the crowd of jackals

Joe Apr 2012

Bodhi trees

I stand at the altar
Of a red brick Victorian
Baptist Church

Kneel at Namas
With my brothers for Salah
In the Mosque

Follow flags to
The Gurdwara
Amrit Sanchar*

Everyone has their bodhi tree
I carry mine with me

-
Seated in a building
Singing songs
To an all knowing deity
Some hold arms aloft
Awaiting heavenly high fives
Others shuffle feet uneasily

It's time for the alternative sermon
Where we air all the doubts
Where hushed voices sweet singing
Make way for swearing and shouts

Joe Apr 2012

The Knowall Know Nowt

Fill my mind with ideas, ideals

Epiphanies or banana peels

Push my back with a helping hand
Grace my cheek with fist
A sponge, I soak up everything
Assassinate me or assist

My ears are always open
Though do not always understand
I must hear every argument
To grasp that helping hand

Fill my mind with ideas, ideals

Epiphanies or banana peels

Ignorance is bliss
How often it's been stated
Though I'd prefer to know everything
As bliss is overrated

Joe Mar 2012

Giraffa Camelopardalis

When I dream at night
             which is usually, although
Not exclusively
             when I tend to dream

There is always a giraffe
              at my side
His name is Rothschild

I thought you should know.