Archive | June, 2016

Water snail – eater of hope

30 Jun

Where once was hope
there’s now just
a solitary
water snail
sucking on
my entrails

From whence it came
I don’t know
it killed me though, this
water snail.
I wish that
it would go.


24 Jun

Regurgitated lunch
Don’t feel like being English no more

False hope
UK’s no longer ‘dope’
But it is ‘a dope’, for sure

Have we salted our soil?
Retreating behind a locked door

On our British isle
We recriminate encore