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Sam Smith

who are they who go to gawp?


catalogue bought

suit, tie, white shirt

wide open mouth

corporated to no values

in this virtual small town


pub corner, doorstep

fingerpointing conformity


knowing but not knowledgeable

who's what to who

he-said-she-said concerns

whispers manipulating one

against another, valueless, amoral

all depending only on

who is doing the approving

who the disapproving


who owns what

has got what


badges and poppies

boast their belonging


See! A death


Quick! A bouquet

Sam Smith is editor of The Journal (once 'of Contemporary Anglo-Scandinavian Poetry') and publisher of Original Plus books. At the moment

living in Maryport, Cumbria, he has several poetry collections and novels to his name. (see website

The Shopping Class

[In the capitalist version of feminism - equality of purchasing reliant on the exploitation of poor people elsewhere - this is a therapeutic rant penned solely to counter the rise of heterophobia/misandry in some supposedly post-feminist tracts.]



Left eye-to-brain migraine sees

made-thin women all of a plastic muchness,

smooth faces above wrinkled necks,

as immaculately presented as

philanderers' wives; sees some

forty-plus picking-over-women become

dissatisfied lumps with legs; sees

whole lives overlaid with repetition, their

mowing of close-cropped lawns as regularly

as their chosen carpets are vacuumed; sees

surly schoolgirls serving Saturdays

in the bakers, marketed breasts wrapped

like bolsters to their chests; sees

women clothed fashionably uniform,

naked various; sees

them all leave damp towels

in heaps outside bathroom doors...

Poor Doors
Sheriff Stars

thistles stretch their prickly arms afar

Black Triangle
bedroom tax
Disrupt and Upset
bedroom tax
Sheriff Stars

thistles stretch their prickly arms afar

Black Triangle
Disrupt and Upset

Militant Thistles

prickling the politics of "permanent austerity"

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