okay so the other night i was telling leah that i had some really terrible vintage beat poetry from Liverpool in the 60s, because my parents were kind of hippies back in the day
and now i am sharing my bounty :D
--
Goodbat Nightman
God bless all the policemen
and fighters of crime,
May thieves go to jail
for a very long time.
They've had a hard day
helping clean up the town,
Now they hang from the mantelpiece
both upside down.
A glass of warm blood
and then straight up the stairs,
Batman and Robin
are saying their prayers.
They've locked all the doors
and they've put out the bat,
Put on their batjamas
(they like doing that)
They've filled their batwater bottles
made their batbeds,
with two springy battresses
for sleepy batheads.
They're closing red eyes
and they're counting black sheep,
Batman and Robin
are falling asleep.
--Roger McGough
--
Batpoem
Take me back to Gotham city
Batman
Take me where the girls are pretty
Batman
All those damsels in distress
Half-undressed or even less
The BatPill makes 'em all say Yes
Batman
Help us out in Vietnam
Batman
Help us drop that BatNapalm
Batman
Help us bomb those jungle towns
Spreading pain and death around
Coke 'n' candy wins them round
Batman
Help us smash the Vietcong
Batman
Help us show them that they're wrong
Batman
Help us spread democracy
Get them high on LSD
Make them just like you and me
Batman
Show me what I have to do
Batman
'cause I want to be like you
Batman
Flash your Batsign over Lime Street
Batmobiles down every crimestreet
Happy Batday that's when I'll meet
Batman
--Adrian Henri
--
Party piece
He said:
'Let us stay here
Now this place has emptied
& make gentle pornography with one another,
While the party-goers go out
& the dawn creeps in
Like a stranger.
Let us not hesitate
Over what we know
Or over how cold this place has become,
But let's unclip our minds
& let tumble free
The mad, mangled crocodiles of love.'
So they did,
Right there among the Woodbines and Guinness stains,
& later he caught a bus, and she a train.
And all there was between them then
Was rain.
--Brian Patten
--
Three Poems Concerning Larionov's Provincial Life Series
Target
My shoe has caught a pig!
My shoe has caught a pig!
I am a pig trap.
Liddled
Pig fell over the upturned
motor car
Pig fell over the upturned
motor car
Drunk! said Pig
Drunk!
Boiler
Pig sit still in the strainer!
Pig sit still in the strainer!
I must have my pig tea.
--Spike Hawkins
--
Love poem/stomp
You stomped on me
& my entrails
spilled from my side
fortunately few
people saw as I
concealed them
in my handkerchief immediately
--Pete Brown
--
The invention
Look at what I have just invented.
It is very interesting, what will you
call it?
I shall call it a wheel, it is for
getting about on.
It is a good name. But would it not be
better if you had four of them and then
put a motor car between, like other people?
What other people do is their affair, this is
my invention and I have not decided what to
do yet.
It is a very good idea, I am sure you will
make a lot of money from it.
We inventors do not make things for money,
but to improve living conditions for people
like you, who sneer.
I am not sneering, but it seems I have two
things rather like that on something I
invented, I call it a bicycle.
You don't care who you hurt do you?
--Henry Graham
--
Paste
The fish counted
up to 84 and then
fell off the edge
of the then known
world
--Spike Hawkins
--
Tree army poem
Alert ruin!
They shout
from the trees
...stupid bloody acorns.
--Spike Hawkins