Rubric Stretched gold, long flungRubric by ~Autumn-Hills
broken by silver poplars
into shade across the stubble,
the yellow, shaven field.
Two crows sit on a wire
and soak, in the light
soft blazing on reddened hedgerow,
flame patience on the turning trees.
The light rests on the rust,
a tractor shell under the copse-eaves –
a relic.
The decades are winning
the rust chewed skeleton
is a surrender in red.
Transience is holy
in the cooling air.
Strong gold, amber, soft honey
sinking through birdsong.
The sky fades from blue to red.
The last hot flush remembers blossom
in the pouting black berry,
the plump apples,
the drunken glory
of fat wasps.
Milk Lessons We were made to drinkMilk Lessons by ~Autumn-Hills
flickering blue milk
a cathode-formula pap-sap
to make us fat with comfort.
We chewed and swallowed
the bitter with the sweet,
but fly-spangled black-babies stick
in our teeth.
The black boot breaks a door
stamps on a family.
And the fetid brains behind the boot,
buy the script, direct reality –
while their bloated bellies tremble
then split, and spill out yellow fat,
just enough to trickle down
to pay for papers.
Like Coolidge's dogs, playing cards
they grin in parliament
pretended power, poker faces
but they know which arse to lick,
they don't play Poker, they play Bullshit
selling hospitals f
Out of Copenhagen We flew above the thunderstorms.Out of Copenhagen by ~Autumn-Hills
Black coffee and sour milk were smudged
in the low sky with the lightning
the blue-white sparks
were sketched in silence, far below
outshone by Hamburg, Bremen,
Amsterdam.
They were golden splashes in the black,
immolation for clouds, scorn for the storms,
passing and falling, miniature, gone.
Then the moon shone on clean fleeces,
a broken path between the folds
and total stillness.
A silvered sea.
Looters and Rioters The fire licks the London brickLooters and Rioters by ~Autumn-Hills
and the boy in the hood dances
he's seventeen and finally feels
like a man.
He put the rag in the bottle
in the window in the shop
and watched it go up -
felt real.
And the chorus comes out
spitting thick pleghm
through bared white teeth
and shrieking justice.
They stand on their hind legs
desperate for a chance
to tear out red-black words
and hurl them away,
away from their pockets,
the tell-tale phallic bulge
of stolen money
taken legally,
from boy-men in hoods.
Floodlights Floodlights cover the groundFloodlights by ~The-Common-Recko
Seek us out as we walk around
Clinging to the dark of night
We won’t give up without a fight
Running away, trying to escape
We won’t drop until we break
Leave the locks and bars behind
They’re driving us out of our minds
Forgotten, neglected
Overly unprotected
We’re there to lose
Do with as they choose
Until now, when we’ve had enough
Too many beatings have toughened us up
Time to rebel, time to take back
Pain has made our hearts turn black
Running away, trying to escape
We won’t drop until we break
Leave the locks and bars behind
They’re driving us out of our
Mirame Mirame,Mirame by ~The-Common-Recko
Y dime quien ves.
Porque veo alguien avergonzada
cuando veo mi espejo.
No quiero ser como soy.
Pero la problema es
que no se que voy a hacer.
Entonces mirame.
Y dime quien ves.
Dime como debo ser.
Stars Are Nice,Lips Are Better Met you here, called you thereStars Are Nice,Lips Are Better by ~The-Common-Recko
Two left feet for dancing
We used to hang out at the square
And when we left I’d hear you singing
You showed up at my house
Last night was really great
Spent the whole time making out
Lying on the roof ‘till late
Brush the hair out of my eyes
Stars are nice, but lips are better
Silence broken by our sighs
When you leave, write me a letter
Tell me all about where you want to go
And when I graduate I’ll follow you there
It’s no fun going along with the flow
All I want to do is run away from here
You snuck through my window
Climbing trees to the second floor
And since I’m
Embarrassed 
Sta.sh
Thank you for the favourites 
