Shittip by Paul Brookes

Shittip I can barely read “Keep Britain Untidy”, official graffiti on the brok brick, I kick up delicately textured cracked glass bottles of sup, crushed cans, sweet wrappers garishly flowered, skip by fresh rusty nails mushroomed ont cellophane spangled earth, Continue reading Shittip by Paul Brookes

Rejection Is Acceptance by Paul Brookes

Rejection Is Acceptance My mouth snogs dirt when you accept me. Tell me unfortunately it is not right for you right now. It is not a good fit for you. So I can get that buzz in my stomach, release Continue reading Rejection Is Acceptance by Paul Brookes

Death Is by Paul Brookes

Death Is solid. My son never complains he can’t walk through walls or people. He dies only with wishes not to become the shadow of a building or street furniture recycling or public bin, lamppost, unwanted old sofa or bed. Continue reading Death Is by Paul Brookes

Guilty Is Better Regarded by Paul Brookes

Guilty Is Better Regarded “Victim Services are for the guilty.” I tell my brother. “Law looks kindly on folk who admit they’re guilty, and despises the innocent. I know you didn’t do it, but V.S. help you cope with intrusive Continue reading Guilty Is Better Regarded by Paul Brookes

Old Is Youth by Paul Brookes

Old Is Youth My wrinkles disappear, No more crow’s feet. Knees lack pain when I get up, or walk stairs. Mind so pin sharp it hurts. Touch my toes, cartwheel, run marathons. I’ve had to throw away my false teeth, Continue reading Old Is Youth by Paul Brookes

This Skin Scaffold by Paul Brookes

This Skin Scaffold supports flimsy bone. Hard skin holds up this soft skeleton, protects muscle beat, liver work, kidney punch, stomach gripe, elastic sinew. Weak calcium needs a skin shield. Skin frames scare come Halloween. Paul Brookes was poetry performer Continue reading This Skin Scaffold by Paul Brookes

Favourite Carcrash by Paul Brookes

Favourite Carcrash Favourite line Spoken along my favourite thigh Ended the sentence at my favourite lips My favourite abuse favourite tag On your favourite wall With your favourite spray can Favourite sexed up your favourite ginnel Dripped your favourite hash Continue reading Favourite Carcrash by Paul Brookes

On Your Dead Mother’s by Paul Brookes

On Your Dead Mother’s Life Shook my hand promised once I had paid off The company Demanding payment Of your debt That you would pay Me back And thanked me For making it easy For you Without a set amount Continue reading On Your Dead Mother’s by Paul Brookes

Please Stop The Rot by Paul Brookes

Please Stop The Rot of This image In my head Of me pissed Ligged out On our bed Wondering where You were after We celebrated with shots In town his good fortune At winning his case And stumbling downstairs Through Continue reading Please Stop The Rot by Paul Brookes