Wednesday 28 January 2015

World Cup

The ISIS Brit
tall in the desert

blade by his side
talks to the camera

severs the head 
of the orange infidel

kneeling beside him 
kicks the head

across the sand
while the world 

has a beer
in its coliseum

deaf to Satan
shouting “Goal!”


Donal Mahoney

donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, USA and has had poems published Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa. 

Saturday 24 January 2015

Unfit

I feel unfit
mentally obese
the little grey cells
have matured like John Major
into something ignored and sour

Can the old biro
still scrawl anything half true
relegated to a dusty shelf
of things no one’s sure they should throw away

easier to soak the mind
in old TV, beer, cigars and fear

Why say it in 40 lines
in begging for money magazines
which still insist dead trees
are needed for our muses
when one can littler twitter
and disqus with mental pus
that will remain forever unloved
till someone presses the off button.


Anthony Miller
http://www.pearshapedcomedy.com/A_E_Miller_Poetry.html
mraemiller@aemiller.net