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Hypocaust

In the middle, I stand, pushing down my insides, is to be whooshed over and over; whooshed by the waves, emanating up from the soles of one’s feet; tidal waves, quick and sudden; humongous waves that cross over one’s bowels,  stomach and heart, crushing them together into a bouncing ball, up and churning it   Continue reading “Hypocaust”

Apperception

  To sleep, or not to sleep? That is the problem. But to sleep, for the obedient wrongdoer, in the aftermath of a wrongdoing done, is not much of a muchness of a problem. A wrongdoing done to another, a deception, is not much of a problem to be borne, if one was ordered byContinue reading “Apperception”

English & Proud?

  Those batty English Democrats are surely pretty dim To be living on an island when none of them can swim! I can see them standing straight and proud, all making such a din – when global warming takes its toll and the waves come rolling in!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019,Continue reading “English & Proud?”

Outstanding

I stand out – a head above the rest, tall and gangly, alien accent, orange crown, and more-than-a-little odd. I stand above, and I stand out – florescent, illuminating, and alert. I’m an amber sunset, full of the promise of a better tomorrow.   I alarm you.   A flashing-red siren cuts through your conscience.Continue reading “Outstanding”

Obliteration: An Elegy

  Barely literate, and not rated, Trump lit his own fuse, turned red, and reiterated his desire to obliterate a whole country.   Being rational, and not rationed, the ralliers lit several fuses, turned to face the blighter, and reiterated a shared desire to obliterate the whole of the irrational.   And they did so –Continue reading “Obliteration: An Elegy”

Retromingent

There was a fine man (he was such a gent!), whose smiles at his boss were not truly meant! Bitter, he was, with good reason to vent, So, with piss in his pistol, he shot back as <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<=============he went!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019   Image by Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke fromContinue reading “Retromingent”

Bummer: A Silly Poem

Leaden and bumbling, he stumbled and bled. Oh bummer, he mumbled, my bum is so numb – it would have been better to land on my tum! At this, his tum grumbled – it wanted some bread – though fat and well-rounded and recently fed. He tried to roll over – to get off hisContinue reading “Bummer: A Silly Poem”

Resignation: A Something Poem

The stew being stagnant, I swim to the edge of the pot, reach up to rim and pull myself                                                     out. The others, resigned to the stupor, stay. Copyright owned byContinue reading “Resignation: A Something Poem”

Spectacle: A Something Poem

  Is wearing spectacles a sign that the wearer is a watcher; an observer of all things sporty and sporting? Or does one, when donning specs, become the sport, no longer a human being, but an entertainment, an energising figment of an overactive imagination?   Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, June 2019  Continue reading “Spectacle: A Something Poem”