I am the only person in my family to go to university They were so proud of me With a future to find Qualified And science too! Nice and practical Almost engineering Practically a craft But I betrayed them Am I down mines finding coal? No Am I earning a slick mint in the city? […]
Jean is the little girl With the hair that likes to curl And she likes a buttered bun
Large red heart shaped Waiting to ensnare Lighter at the core Soft succulent A summer treat Artificail coxed to a sad perfection You are over priced Over engorged Watery and compared to your ragga muffin ancestor – Insipid For the races, For the hotels For Pimms with ice and mint But as nothing to the […]
Sound crashes over me Continuos wave of noise Distorting Intent Blurring distinctions People here, people there Concephany of voices Esculating with the day Hemming my thoughts No distinction of words Just thunder booming Loud undulations Growing intense Making me smaller Retreat in silence
Boiled eggs Fried eggs Poached eggs Pickled eggs Curried eggs Scotched eggs Scrambled eggs Nest eggs Golden eggs Chocolate eggs!
Ghost of the ghetto Your shadow is long Reaching the present In teachings and films Ghost of the ghetto The nightmares of man Clouding the mind Of one who was never there Ghost of the ghetto the I look to you Is my fathers fear Of you of the hate from which you grew Ghost […]
Rivers flowing locked in time Carving the landscape Pushing down, down, Towards the core That it will never reach Rivers carrying pebbles Rolling them over and over Wearing them smooth Knocking off the edges Perfection in growing small Rivers pure blood of life Flowing out to nourish the world To emerald beauty Life to the […]
Burning Books An idea is creeping This concept is bleeding freedom dry Bleaching our souls to dust Carving loveliness into nothing A vision is stealing rational thought Turning the good to turgid insipidness Leadership whips to spoil Leaving people and lands boldly strewn A nightmare is building out of the hate Filling the belly of […]
I Am An Ammonite is a poem written by Marcus Moore as part of the Cotswold Water Park Trust. I feel very lucky that a few years ago they all said yes to me illustrating it and placing it in the Science-Art Exhibition at Centre Arts in Cheltenham. The poem is on canvas and I […]
Brains severed down the middle Bloodied silver gleam Echos of the self Served in grey matter pulp Memories disgorged To the air Swirling currents Entering the mind Thoughts erasing Infection ingrating Scrambling That which is not cut Grey-pink ribbons A smell of iron jelly Complete with spoon