IN THIS PLACE – Mesioye Affable Johnson

Originally posted on Qualityreview:
we are lost here, where pints of blood are maps showing distance between parallel skulls alternating their bodies in metronomes, of songs flowing in famine and falling from the lips of ghosts into the chest of a little boy who now sing like burning leaves in eyes of his calm mother,…

So Much of Nothing

Here, planters swallow reapers, Reapers, not eaters; Eaters, never touched the soil, Yet, theirs are wells of oil; Eaters never a seed planted, Yet, the fruits in their house seated. Our pains than our gains, On our gains they reign, Our harvest vast, But, daily we fast; So much to spend, Nothing to buy; So…

Presidential Service

The one face theirs, the other Master’s, Master says smile and serve, They smile with bleeding hungry hearts, The room is empty once they’re in: Deaf, dumb and blind they turn, Until a clap says otherwise or a bell, Sometimes, a slap, Like monumental effigies they decorate a corner, Of the dinning, in the dinning…

September 29

It’s my birthday today. Let’s pop champagne!!!

The Rat’s Case

​A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. What food might this contain?” The mouse wondered – he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: There is a mousetrap in the house! There is…

The Gresford Disaster

​You’ve heard of the Gresford disaster, The terrible price that was paid; Two hundred and forty two colliers were lost And three men of a rescue brigade. It occurred in the month of September; At three in the morning that pit Was wracked by a violent explosion In the Dennis where dust lay so thick….

WHEN I WAS A KID

When I was a kid, I was told every spinster is a virgin and she who does not keep to her virginity before marriage will be rejected by the groom’s family and thusly disgrace her family. I’m a grownup now and in fact, all the spinsters in my neighbourhood are all virgins, grooms’ families reject…

​Unhappy Hour

It’s five oh one; I’m in my car And speeding to my fav’rite bar To join the same old sots and schmoes To swap our lies and drown our woes. I start with double whiskey straight. I’m having trouble with my weight. A gin and tonic next I’ve got. My drinking’s chronic, but so what?…