She turns me to Treacy

She turns me to Treacy 

My legs wobble but my mind affirms 

A desire for her smile 

Dancing on my costly imprisonment

**** 

She turns me to Treacle 

Knowing that I am in chains

Knowing that I cannot move

Knowing our body is mortgaged 

**** 

No drink with K

No idea what he is doing

No truck with T 

Why would I consider him? 

**** 

She turns me to Treacy 

My legs wobble but my mind affirms

A desire for her smile

Dancing on a costly imprisonment 

****

She turns me to Treacle

Knowing that I am in chains

Knowing that I cannot move

Knowing the body is mortgaged

**** 

Drink until I am hammered 

Drink so I am sated

Drink every drop of nectar 

So why wouldn't I consider her?

Pixie Perfect

Pixie Perfect

Izumi saved my day

which started at a canter in 10

Coffees in and doubt soon outed

Q codes offering a fine fine brew

I sailed swift though Babylon

lacking aim or purpose strong

Needing a place to dock

sing song rock 

(drown the ever-present tick tock)

And Izumi was there waiting

Neither to rock nor to mock

But to regale True Tales

of popular cats with similar sounds:

Lawrence and Rollins

Collins and Frame

Keiji Haino 

Unspeakable winos

Her pastels painted a popular pitch

Much to my taste and for which?

Mizutani? Nakatani? 

I tell you Sunny:

Izumi 

You saved my day

Banking Berk

Banking Berk

Banking Work

Sue me Tomi and screw me Tomoko

Stew of Kiki and nails of Galileo

The shame was intense

The shame did humiliate

Taking us over.

Shame as I forgot sets of numbers 

Passwords escaping recall

Ansho bangos that I used daily

in multiple types of shopping mall

But I forgot 

And clouds appeared in my eyes

"He might as well be in a cot

A mother coddling him in her thighs."

This is indeed what you have got

The finale of thousands of choices made (not)

that unless you fix will make you fade

And make the lack of banking work

turn you into a 

24-carat berk.

Unaffordable justice

The quest for cosmic justice?

Broken.

A GRE General Test book?

Bespoken

(but not for me)

Past dreams gone off to Book Off ...

for free

No credits nor payment requested

Utopian

(only way I can be)

No property: I can't go home 

unless I become an Ibis Hotel Man;

No security: warmth withheld 

In hands pulled towards me.

Am I so wrong to worry about 

Security in Old Age

when the agency in my hands 

is crumbling?

Was I so wrong 

to choose to be landlocked 

in love's eternal trap?

No.

But I shall not shake;

For love's untidy evidence 

walks towards me 

Requiring more cash!

It's the Way of the World

A Payment to The System

No, there ain't no 

Cosmic Justice

 my friend

Not in this life, anyway,

***

The blessings I've had though!

Who cares if I 

give much away

for free?

***

Banks of Light

BANKS OF LIGHT

A TIME OF ABRAHAM

Lucy's eyes glistened on the bank

as we walked to the nettled library

***

So we went off together...

***

A TIME OF CHRIST

Kate's glittering jewels far outranked

the joy of viewing Match of the Day

A TIME OF MO KUN

 

Hiro's hips sank him in a pleasure cell

where joy is standardised and free

A TIME OF LUCIFER

Rika's moves promised unfettered, well ...

the value of which I Wouldn't See

***

So I went off her...

***

Mo slaughted Lucifer, 

powered by the energies 

of Abraham and Christ

Putsch back

Peaceful handover 

A Gentleman Dude did take over

the reins of an International Body;

Renowned for work done, the dude

brought Middle Eastern delight in Year 1,

 South American success in Year 2;

Staging an audacious

Quadruple

coup

Putsch on

Then one fine Spring day in Year 3

he awoke to find slimy tentacles 

Sucking at his legs & neck

Beer-swigging octopi manifesting themselves

as COVID ravaged sense & sanity. 

And a HQ grounded our Caracan plan.

Fatal?  Well

a memorial was held ...

Putsch it away

Octopi bites around his jugular; grenade wound to his groin

he enlisted a 60-Man-team in Year 4

to work in DCR and Madder Gascar

But ruptions appeared fast in new bodies

In deserts come desertion; duplicities; 

Explosions: 30 Men returned; 30-Man still MIA

(HQ act to paper-push between themselves)

"Hey guys: for now 

it seems that 

The putsch is off..."

 

But human nature and agendas

being 

what they are 

...

Inner Greta?

      My Inner Gaza

Commuting from Yamamba-land

to Joyoda this morning,

I couldn't hep but wonder 

if today would be

a day of

my inner Greta 

or of 

my inner Gaza

 

I certainly felt something had been stolen

as I left the house

and saw the car engine 

warming up

Ready to take my son 

and his mates 

to Keio

 (not to shop, but) 

to study

Economical 

(not environmental) 

Matters

 

So today my Inner Gaza emerged

 

And soon after I was 

Queue-Jumped

By one canny crone

as I left Babylon;

And then I was Shove-Pushed

By a feisty fox

 alighting the Joyoda

 

Impatient and craven

Both carried

Brand-Name-Bags.

 If today 

my Inner Greta 

had been on show,

 I would have just 

taken it as a sign 

of bad manners 

And preserved my Energy

 

But she was asleep 

 and They Deserved a Response

So my Inner Gaza 

Awakened

Receipts

Use those paper receipts while you can

Use those paper receipts while you can

Because soon you'll be hankering after them;

Remnants of a Shopping Culture 

that you will soon

Romanticise

Use them to make lists, to scribble drawings,

to do Anything

Other than ignoring them; 

And throwing them in the bin.

Ideal Objects to kickstart your own 

Inner Greta 

No! Not your inner grotto.

Don't let cynicism despoil you

And blind you to realities being spoiled right now

No! Those paper receipts are 

A Way In to Create 

A New You 

So

Use those paper receipts while you can