Haiku? Senryu? Either either.

Another of these. I’d just pass it by to be honest.


Naturist moved in

insistent on dancing nude

Police at the door


Check this out. It’s frightfully grown up.

Well it was when I set out…

sun slowly fading

first signs of autumn changes

dog shit ‘neath the leaves


Okay so I started trying to do a proper one but mostly I am then just drawn to images of leaves on the ground and we all know what leaves on the ground means right? No?  It means dog shit hidden by leaves.  You cant go running through the leaves and kicking them playfully anymore for fear of whipping up a Doberman turd into the face of a passing child or being late for school because you have to head back home to clean the crap out of the kids school shoes.

No, I am not ready for Autumn yet because it will inevitably make me grumpy and complain about dog owners a lot and it has so been a pleasant summer.

#SalemVerse Prompt #18 – Flashing Lights

‘Flashing Lights’ was the prompt.

Each blink and flash illuminates

laid bare, the hunger shown

then lights fierce glare fades slow lips wet

and in the dark alone

a hunger deep, a need to fill

his thirst to satisfy

he must succumb and cannot wait

without a thought to why

he lusts and needs and craves and wants

then light once more shines bright

he stands before the fridge quite hungry

in his underwear at night

#SalemVerse Prompt #17 – Malevolent

‘Malevolent’ was the prompt.

He taps into his darker self, malevolent thoughts he seeks

yet mostly struggles them to find and darkness then to speak

yet deep he digs perhaps to find the things he keeps well hid

and in a moment clear a rage he heeds the prompts dark bid


Gives voice to things he’d like to do and thoughts he entertains

of zombie infestations seeing creatures eat friends brains

he shoves a colleague down the stairs, into a river does kittens throw

and finger bangs a woman that he doesn’t want to know


He defecates outside a school, and then punches a horse

makes pranks calls to widower and mocks the dead of course

then dreaming of the things he like to do and those he hates

he peers in through your window, on your roses masturbates



kittens drowned and puppies kicked he revels in the spite

and chokes his wife with trembling hands as she sleeps through the night

All day he entertains and dreams and lets the darkness out

into a cinema he runs “Allah Akbar” shouts out


And then with poem on the page the darkness does recede

and bids you keep his secret and the darkness not to feed

with smiles and laughs the rage does pass and normal it returns

he presses publish, smiles and winks and to the next page turns

#SalemVerse Prompt #14 – Disembodied Voices

‘Disembodied Voices’ was the prompt. Be damned with structure I say…

Night cold wraps arms so tight round

and smothers hope and cackles sharp

as cuts run deep and fears run wild

and madness on the wind returns.


Feet raw back bent and furrowed brow

hands clasped tight around ears

rank voices beg come home to where

you left us deep beneath the soil


And parting breath  mists in the night

nails scratch frantic at the earth

and laughter fills the darkest night

dragged screaming away at last


Haiku perhaps?

Let’s continue the summer theme shall we. There are some sights out there to be seen for sure.

Soaring temperatures

drunk shirtless methodone tramps

all the girls bits out

Today I did actually see what appeared to be a shirtless methadone tramp.  I think he had maybe lost his shirt though or left it in a dumpster because it didn’t seem to be about his person.  Curiously he also had one trouser leg rolled up to the knee whilst he wore the other in the more traditional fashion.

How do I know he was on something?  Well I don’t and I might be super judgy but I think walking down the middle of the road whispering to himself whilst staring wildly at passers by was a bit of a give away.

Still, I’m sure it was lovely to feel the sun on his back as he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the fine weather we are having.

On the matter of flesh well, you just head down to the market here and you’ll see what I am on about.  Whilst I am all for body positivity whatever your shape or size that doesn’t mean I support adults wearing childrens clothes to go and eat sausage rolls on a bench outside of the bookies.



#SalemVerse Prompt #12 – Melody

‘Melody’ was the prompt

She sits and waits, atop the waves, and calls into the night



sweet welcome words, and promise sweet, calls travellers to her light

poor weary souls, so far from home, melody spans the seas

port in the storm, her welcome arms, to do with as she please

and in her grasp, her lilting tune, eyes search for welcome land

and hopes there dashed, and vessels smashed, beneath the waves now damned



A disturbing haiku before bed?

A most unpleasant image

Urine stained POTUS

masturbates into a sock

naked on his desk

I know it’s wrong and inappropriate but it might be true and I know this says a lot about me but I find the image hilarious and sometimes you just have to laugh you know.

It did originally read:


Urine stained POTUS

masturbates into a sock

On a pile of orphans


But the last line has one too many syllables.  I know, It’s a waste of a good sock too!