SNEER
sneer is
your only word
your best word
the word that burns
all the style out of
your mouth
when you are it
when you speak it
when wholesale
you happen to caricature yourself
assume the brash
biology of a lurid cartoon
SNEER
Category Archives: satire
EXPANDED
EXPANDED
come back
when I have expanded
come back when I’m
about to go galactic
right now I am going to
be trivial, sound run
of the mill
exploring how
my silly little brain comes
to terms with
my silly little life
like those word-
wizards oc this post post
late capitalist age
wearing their cheap
durable llastic accolades
as if
they were gods
LOUVRE
LOUVRE
the Russian
poets
are all
at war
shooting the Ukranian
artists flinging grenades
from opposite
side of
the battlefield
producing the kind of
Surrealist landscape
will
alter history
forever
best splattered onto a canvass
and hung
in the Louvre
MONETIZE
MONETIZE
monetize
demonize
I am
writing a new thesaurus
looking for
a common denominator
even as you
wait in the shadows
crumbling
to dust
once wondering but
now given your answer
as to
how it is
all going to
end
NATURALLY
NATURALLY
a nation of shopkeepers
without shops
a nation of conquerors
without conks
a nation of accountants
called to account
in the event of
analysis
it’s a lout
rout
NARC
NARC
beautiful planet
so we
can expect narcissism
everybody
overdosing on blue
smoking thick cloud
but now
like a battered football
a bit sore
about its looks
sad for the planet
sure it is has its own
ideal of
something to which
it once
so
tragically aspired
TOROJAN WOMBMEN
TOROJAN WOMBMEN
Toorojan Wombmen
have helmet heads
love licorice
(it is their
most guilty pleasure)
hate
allsorts
would send all allsorts
down to Poseidon’s locker
something fishy already
felt about the smell
Oh but the Achaeans
are coming
the Myrmidions are coming
loaded with logic
and rationality
their armour as
bad-bullet proof
as Blackpool rock
(so many cavities
in the fangs
you
are bearing
so much yellow enamel
in need of bleach)
HARPIES
HARPIES
They tug at the heat strings with state of the art wirecutters
so let us call them
“Harpies”
double envelopment
they have
broken through
both flanks
and encircled humanity
the minds they have captured
headed fod relentless torture
but this
blue bunting, red-
hot pokers
is all about mythology, about
Palladian architecture
and ancient meanings
the ocean sighing as it pulls
back from.the Dover shore
before biting further
into ths landscape
no time to
set fire to the ships we
must imagine them burning
must instruct
the plebs to
see them burning
everything so gaslit
it is plain
as day
and there
quoting disparately
in elementary Latin stands
our Caesar
sort of stands our Caesar
Oh when will
such a Caesar ever
come again?
FOR REAL
FOR REAL
No one here
is for real
everyone
is a smiling simulacrum
a fiction of shadows
a ghost voice pleading
poverty from.beneath
the stage
trap door
as if that is not
the place they should be
writing antitheses
finding sustenace
in the darkness
ABACUS
Satire on Rishi Sunak’s idea everybody must do Maths at school until 18.
poems 2 die for 