END-OF-BLACK-SLAVERY-
ENFORCED
Throughout the British empire
the slave trade ran its course;
the ship to smash-on-the-rocks
when stormed aWilliam-Wilberforce.
A-CROSSWIND-SKAG-
AND-BONE-MAN
His coat is but a filthy rag
upon a pole of bone,
its tail flapping like a flag
in the gust. The guy's wind-blown.
Blown-away - too - by skag.
GENERALLY-GOING-BELOW-
GROUND-AROUND-LONDON-TOWN
There on a London Underground train
a guy is touching up-close girls again.
A pickpocket, too, has his claw
inside a coat, eye on the door
like a hawk, surely ready to fly
at-the-next-stop, where some will try
to board the coach already full
with passengers who'd gladly pull
an emergency chord so as to bring
a halt to the very-suffocating
idea that they all are bound
never to emerge from the underground.
A-PISSED-PICASSO
You think yourself something,
well let me tell you this:
you're a picture by Picasso who
painted-you-while-on-the-piss !
COMETH-A-MAROONED-
UNEARTHLY-SPACE-CAPTAIN'S-
NON-DESCRIMINATING-CALL
"Like strangers in a strange land
to the earth we were to fall.
The planet from which we came
bears no resemblance to yours at all.
You are white-folk and black,
you are tiny folk and tall,
you have male and female-folk
we are purple hermaphrodites one-size-all,"
is the grounded-cosmic-captain's unbiased call.
THE-LOU-REED-ALBUM-TRACK-
WOMAN-I-CAN-BETTER-DO-
WITHOUT
She was a cryptic song from Dylan.
She was a personal song from Lennon
and a love song from Cohen.
What I surely didn't need
was to find her a street song from Reed !
WITH-A-FAIRY-GREEN-IS-EVER-
AWAY-THE-WANDERING-
ARTISTIC-GUY
Absinthe for breakfast, dinner and tea,
the guy's always away with the green fairy.
I think you might know the man,
he claims to be an arty bohemian.
"Don't bottle up the magic," says he,
"see the pictures the best way you damn well can."
A-PARADISICAL-PATTAYA'S-
PARASITES
Phantom fiddlers are surely all-around
to fiddle you out of baht, dollar and pound.
Of the phantoms' music best beware
or they're gone with your money, up into thin-air.
I read the Pattaya People Weekly news
and get the Walking Street Blues Factory blues,
sat at the breakfast table with a frothy beer
wishing last night's bar-lady was still here.
EN-ROUTE-IS-A-KEROUAC-KIND
You have hit the road Jack.
To the city lights you show your back.
They shine in the beatnik-black.
You're just a sort of Kerouac.
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