Friday, April 14, 2006

some kind of sense

eating hard boiled eggs
reading good poetry too
makes some kind of sense

I eye

I eye you he said
sat smiling strangely at me
i poked his eye out

prophylactic

prophylactic sense
stretch it over your head now
guards against ideas

haiku like you

it is very short
you say you're not a midget
i am not convinced

the fall haiku

the fall's mark e smith
he spouts scathing invective
scattershot mind-bomb

the jam haiku

weller and foxton
dig the new breed, setting sons
shoot eton rifles

jesus and the marychain haiku

darklands to munki
the jesus and mary chain boil
it into darkness

jane's addiction haiku

jane's addiciton rule
been caught stealing, classic girl
what more can i say?

public image ltd haiku

public image proved
lydon was the genius
mclaren's all talk

throbbing gristle haiku

throbbing gristle pulse
20 jazz funk greats simmers
strips your mind down stark

ramones haiku

hey ho lets go sing
joey johnny dee dee mark
and tommy fastloud

acdc haiku

bon scott's highway scream
angus young in schoolboy gear
brian johnson two's up

hunter s thompson haiku

fear and loathing spits
fury and devours young minds
read between the lines

abortion

it was easy for her
she hated children so much
it was her sister cried.

paint it black

he hates black people
doesn't know a single one
ignorant, stupid

brown nose

you damn sycophant
kissing the management's arse
we know you're a grass

heroine

she came to me with drugs
we share a needle and spoon
now i have got AIDS

911

two towers explode
we have never forgotten
repurcusssions still

the war on terrorism

find bin laden
try saddam hussein for crimes
destabilise all

no racist

anti nazi league
enlightened and enquiring
has an open mind

pogues haiku

shane macgowan and
kirsty maccoll sang on the
best christmas song made

PJ Harvey Haiku

i like rid of me
is this desire is cool too
PJ Harvey rocks

Kristin Hersh Haiku

she's throwing muses
catching a fifty foot wave
the house tornado

the clash haiku

guns of brixton fire
the white city rockers clash
strummer and jones spar

sex pistols haiku

malcolm mclaren
ever feel you've been cheated?
johnny rotten rules

Monday, April 3, 2006

Farewell Or Good Riddance

Goodbye old job I won't miss you at all --
Do I need to hear "You're a good person, Paul"?
From someone who has treated me like shit
And made me feel terrible all the time I worked there?
I've been an idiot and not shown an ounce of wit
To take it all and not send up a warning flare.

Let them walk over you
And let them talk over you
And your worth deteriorates;
Your the thing he hates --
University educated,
Though you never stated
It to him,
Has made him hate you on a whim.

Oh well, it's all over now -- move on;
Once you get your P45 all thought of it will be gone.