Decade

Decade

But just a little way 

above our heads,

not forgotten, 

yet better gone dead,

putrid pox-ulcered decade,

bleed you blue, 

bleed you red.

When friends turned on friends

with thick blades, 

with broad strife,

with wild eyed impunity 

themselves to knife,

butcher each our hearts and hack,

drill deep for blood, 

for wading forwards

was tedious as wading back.

Terminate decade,

windpipe-choke her, death rattle,
cease prattle,

rotten, fetid reeking

foetus, litter shackled.

Still defiant in

her final months embattled,

gobbling down her own

perpetual tail

crawl under ways, end dying days,

ripped belly flop

drag her slothful

rough shanked scales and wail,

thrush bannered,

rictus grinning serpent,

strip torn, hair shorn,

crab clipped calendar,

sheered and shaved,

feast her on flick bladed

lacerated open entrails.

Bleat sheep 
following sheep,

they half asleep,

counting down weeks,

counting back microseconds

in radioactive rams,
and blank canvassed rems,

drag fingernail half-life decayed

end, at pistol-whipped starting gun,

soon enough and come.

Come cancer,

Come chance encounter,

Come lover:

riffle finger her rank slime,

then taste tongue her,

and gaze on 

dried sheeted waste

love duck islands in the stream,

'Ziggy played guitar'

he screamed,

shouts out something obscene,

when crashing 
in the same car.

Tear her open, 
set us free,

of deficit and austerity,

break out the hats and hooters

like it’s 1999,

guerrillas on scooters,
high on crime

smash slop-dash kids

who glass their shooters,

the what me generation's

terrorist looters. 

Lifting sports shoes,

lifting energy drinks;

dead brained 
sucking soft boiled,
slack jawed
well spoiled,
thought.

Redundant tutors 
abandon classes

hang dog their eyes on fire,

blasted smoking funeral pyre,

kneel and pray

like Romans - 
turn, turn, turn – now,

then walk away.

Come, blind greybeards,

Come lottery, 
Come flicked snottery: 
death-vote nose picking,

cocktail pin sticking,

thin skinned paper pricking, 
cross stitch biro ticking

exit, for exit’s sake.

Hang parliament,

draw and quarter

decimate and slaughter

hopeful futures, 
of each son and daughter.

Bleed all, grip head,

plant doubtful seeds 
inside instead,

then weep and dead for

every rotten tower block,

cladded cut-price timber,

spontaneously in conflagration
smirks the savior of the nation,

then twist one finger.

Vote Saville Row, vote Tory,

every picture tells a story,

glutton chopped mutton 

breakfasts, blood and gory,

hospital ball pass, 

trust to piss trash,

in papers make 

but a little splash,

shift gear sticks, night clutch

gummy deposits, 

donations of tacky cash

from charity walker. 

Neat and nifty

where stickly insects 
roam blind cobbles

mono legged 
and hobnailed hobbled.

The Gods themselves 
fiddle in crimes,

pass the cap, 
applaud the times.

And now,

but just a little way 
above our heads,

not forgotten, 
yet better done dead,

bleed you blue, 
bleed you red;

close eye, goodbye, 
despair and cry,

another decade 
just passing by.