P.R.MURRY is a semi feral suburban subhuman and poet/artist/political activist He has lulued one book ‘SON of the GLOWING NIGHTSOIL of the CONCEALED EMU’. More of his ouevres can be found at quadraoptica.blogspot.com/ .
In shifting guises, disguises and manifestations he has worked/is working/might work with Worthless Words, Apples and Snakes, Ragged Trousered Cabaret, Dodo Modern Poets, Brent Artists Resource, Free Painters and Sculptors, Green Left, the Green Party Trade Union group, the People’s Assembly and the UCU London Retired Members’ Branch.
the five year blues
It’s the day after the election
And I’m trying not to cry,
But above me, the housemartins
Are slicing patterns
In a cloudless sky
It’s the day after the election
The weather’s cleared after rain,
Now Swifts have returned
And scream on the wing
Like I want to scream in pain
I wonder if they’d have come back
If they’d known before they flew
That they were migrants to an island
That has got the five year blues
Hoodies
The sight of an obese older man
With a hoodie on
Can cause raised eyebrows at least
Or even derision
Fashion fascists would pigeonhole the old
Carpet slippers and cardies are prescribed
We’d be getting them on the NHS
If it wasn’t being privatised.
Hoodies are for disaffected youths
Who shake crash barriers and shout slogans
Or for historical re-enactors
Who want to live in the middle ages
But medieval squalor could be all our fate
When they take apart the welfare state
So with hoodies on, we’ll barrage the police
With walking sticks, zimmer frames and false teeth.
