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I reject your words,

the words you wrote,

to reject my words,

the words I wrote.                                                                                                                    

I pinned up the letter,

the letter you wrote,

that dismissed the poem,

the poem I wrote.                                                                                                                      

Publication suitability,

the reason cited,

the editorial prerogative,

to question why I’d write it.                                                                                                       

A poem of darkness,

hatred and lies,

corruption uncovered,

and media spies.                                                                                                                      

I had opened my heart,

to Horse and Hound magazine,

to comment unbiasedly,

on the Leveson Inquiry.


This Poem

Will knot, right?

Itself being less malleable

but nevertheless still pliable

in terms of magic.

Magical commands dress down

any common determination.

Determined, but why?

Less out of duty than desire.

For, nothing linear

will do. In terms of the

requested eternity.

We need our forever.

Knot it, bend it.

Never permit the lines form.

Our immortality depends

wholly on this rule.

Rules intended to

bend. Broken denies

the realisation. Of our

intended end.

Circles and knots.

We need our forever.

Our voices heard

the knotted word.

Published in Ditch,  http://www.ditchpoetry.com/timkerton.htm

A Porn in Your Side

The house to yourself

a super fast connection

you open the site

of your chosen predilection                                                                    

over stimulation

unprepared by evolution

your neural pathways

embrace the confusion                                                                            

multiple partners

too many to count

yet never satisfied

by any amount                                                                                          

dopamine release

the key to addiction

ensures this past time

will remain an affliction                                                                           

you’ve opened the doorway

to desensitisation

reboot now

or lose the sensation                                                                                 

this is not religious

or moralistic

open up your eyes

to the impotence statistics                                                                        

a dystopian future

of solo voyeurism

two dimensional love

and compulsive onanism                                                                         

the population controlled;

a new generation is

reliant on porn

for its sexual relations.

Published here;  http://www.whiteoutpress.com/poetry/poem-a-porn-in-your-side-by-tim-kerton/

and here; http://yourbrainonporn.com/porn-your-side

and here;  http://reuniting.info/content/poem-about-porn

Payday Play

One week until pay day,

bank balance at zero,

one click on the pound banner,

I feel like a hero,                                                                                                                  

the company accepted

my quick application,

the money transferred

with no hesitation,                                                                                                                

six thousand percent,

no longer in small print,

a sign of the times,

ignore it when you’re skint,                                                                                                    

six thousand percent,

this mammoth APR,

ensures that my wages,

will not be going far,                                                                                                              

on the day in question,

a kindly phone call,

a deferment option,

is presented in full,                                                                                                               

just pay the interest,

we’ll carry your balance,

no need to worry,

you know it makes sense,                                                                                                    

I decline to pay either,

avoiding their trap,

I cancel my card,

how d’you like that crap?                                                                                                   

My credit rating,

long since ruptured,

I cancel also,

my direct debit instruction,                                                                                                  

please send me your letters,

your threats and demands,

I’ll recycle them all,

into Happy Bankruptcy cards

One Day

With an explosion of guilt

I was lifted from now,

looking down on my life

I was wondering how?

A death free of meaning

reflected the life

no longer breathing

and under the knife,

One sustained fight,

one early surrender,

as you choke on the smoke,

kiss goodbye to the tender.

Old friends die when heroes cry.

Spoken word version available here-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsiPVByN13U


I bemoan my demon,

who devours my candour,

withdraws my promise,

from temples my anger,

life vomits my rage,

expels my façade,

breaks up my dreams,

and shatters my heart.

Lonely Murder


First blamed for her life,

her private discontent,

then blamed for her death

now a public event

her dried blood on the floor

a grim indication

pointing up at her wounds,

her pain, isolation

the light of the day

brings along its suspicion

it’s judgement, it’s fear,

it’s misplaced superstition

the guilt for us all,

we know who we are

reaching out not a hand

as she fell oh so far

as we sweep her away

wrapped tightly in sheet,

look into your souls

not down to your feet,

the heavy stench lingers,

a haunting reminder,

a sickly sweet malice

for those who may find her.

A spoken word version is available here-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpeRZz2Eg_A&feature=context&context=G2716825AUAAAAAAABAA