Spectacular views?

These paved streets,

a galaxy of bird shit and gum
through the broken swing up on red lake park
it's all there for you son...
Spectacular views of rising rentals, airbnbs
a smoke filled sky from parked up cars
making tracks for SUVs
and a shimmering sea full of leftovers from the modern man… pumped sewage,
known otherwise as capitalism

It's all there for you son…

But wait, look closer..
There are wildlife corridors
and sunset murmurations 
Night shift saints, hospice hands
with love pumping through their veins
Dinner table laughter, first kiss teens
Demonstrators losing their voices
so others can live in peace
kids on balance bikes and
oaps living a simple life
 

It's all there for you son…

mona lisa

There's a portrait the daily hate paint so well 

Might as well be the Mona Lisa. 

She's floating on her reeboks 

Glued to her iPhone 

Got the kids an xbox

Bloody sloth in her home 

Slicked back hairstyle

Jet black lash curl 

Mahoosive fan of Jeremy Kyle

Got a foodbank tin taj mahal 

Got her benefits on time 

but never paid her mobility scooter speeding fine

not done a days work in her bloody life

And it's all coming from your taxes!

I've yet to see her myself yet,  but the daily hate is convinced she's alive and well. 

And he stood for hours

by the bus stop in June time Coalpool.

On tiptoes, checked his watch, clocked the decks of every bus that stopped

waiting for his Dad's wirey frame to appear from the automatic doors. 

It was pocket money day. 

He rehearsed being greeted by a warm smile and a brandy blushed face 

but

his Dad never came.

(deputy head)

*CLAP* YOU COME HERE !

Volts in his veins shot up through

his laser tinted glasses

Spit clutching his rusty beard

The rest worn on the boat of my blazer 

Tonsils raw like those of

Daniel Day Lewis in Gangs of New York. 

He took me to see the head

she looked at me pathetically 

no knee nor breast

or place to rest 

and recover in her royal blue suit

to sit at peace with her perfume. 

At home, 

dizzy with regret, 

I threw up my dinner

My head pounded. 

Mum came in the next day

he became a charmer, 

worked his side parting

Got a glint in his eye.

Said I could sit at the front

of the class with him, 

I looked down at the boat on my blazer

knew it wouldn't keep dry.

It wasn't long before another CLAP.

My work in the bin

 
Marched to the hall 

and sat with my hands on my head

for 20 minutes with him. 

The next day, a new School

I was happy to let that boat drown in his spit.