When the Dogs Bite

Thursday, 5 March 2026

5th March 2026

tyre place

walking to the garage and back

new shoes

Threescore Years and Ten

I wrote a short piece

the ended with my mother stating

she didn't know why God made men,

and I was corrected by a lady

who told me quite sternly

that God made man in His own image

and that everything in the Bible

was the Word of God.

I smiled politely at the this eighty-year old

and wondered aloud

about Psalm Ninety:Ten

and asked if she'd agree to euthanasia

on her next birthday.

She declined.

But if In the Beginning was the Word

and the Word was God

and God created Adam in His own image,

Was God an Incel

sitting in the Basement of the Void

Pining for something to stick his dick inside?

Wednesday, 4 March 2026

4th March 2026

Worm moon

bathed in martyr's blood

larksong

No Apparent Reason

Sitting outside Greggs, I break apart

my vegan sausage roll. In this rare moment

I am alone and without loves or dogs,

waiting for a digital clock to read thirty.

The car is at the garage; barely legal tyres

due to be changed, before the potholed roads

strip away the last of the failing rubbed.

If this was France, the people around me would be smiling

but here everyone is numb,

unremarking on the clear blue sky

and the sea-wash of traffic on the five-ways roundabout

Pastry flakes off, fodder for sparrows,

and later on, pigeons touring the closed cafe's.

I don't eat the pastry.

I barely eat whatever's inside

and I imaging my grandmother

examining the carcass of the roll

and declaring it a waste of money

because God invented pigs for a reason,

and my mother pointing out He made men, too,

and we still don't know why.

Tuesday, 3 March 2026

3rd March 2026

early start

no lazy YouTubing

busy day

Mark No Mistake

Remember

the absolute fuck-up

when Afghanistan was abandoned

and Americans personnel

were left fighting for places

on the last military evacuation planes.

We'll bomb Iran

but we won't make the same mistake:

we'll call dead Iranians "justice"

and dead Americans "casualties"

but we won't repeat the mistake.

We won't provide military rescues:

just issue a statement

telling them to leave immediately.

American lives (and British, Saudi, Australian)

and not worth a few extra dollars

stuffed in an envelope

and mailed to the White House

by the Israeli Faschisti

Monday, 2 March 2026

2nd March 2026

bicycle ride

no brakes on the downhill

stuck brakes on the flat

Progression's Glory.

The dead lie

fondly remembered:

treasured father, beloved mother

their lives condensed to one function

where the horrors of living are glossed over

because the dead must be benevolent.

Murderers, serial killers, rapists, politicians;

their corpses hidden

buried under tons of concrete;

and we act surprised when their houses become tourist destinations

and the memorials of their victims

become pilgrimages

of would-be paedophiles.

And why we glorify the rich

with statues of gold and bronze

we quietly forget they traded in slavery

and slaughtered populations

in the name of Progress.

Sunday, 1 March 2026

1st March 2026

tea bags

drying on the radiator

tiny art

Epic Fury

what has been promised to Trump

to cause him to declare war

on Israel's enemies?

It's money

It's always money

the thrill of a few more billion

to stuff an offshore account.

What are the lives

of a few dozen little girls

in an Iranian kindergarten

when the value of tech shares

increases thirty percent

and you can make another crypto killing

at the expense of the poor?

Ayatollah Ali Khamenei confirmed dead

"The most evil man in the world"

because he declined to pay the ransom

after the last set of Trump's rocket strikes.

A demented man in his dotage

pushing his little models on a world map,

collecting his two billion dollars

every time he says 'Go.'

An enforced draft for the American forces

but the order is waived

for the trivial fee

of half a million dollars.

It sucks to be poor

Just give him your children.

He prefers them young.

Saturday, 28 February 2026

28th February 2026

cotton buds

poked into my sister's ear

hospital visit

Rosacea Lenses

losing track of the years

grandchildren shooting upwards

while our own kids stay the same.

Tony is a thirty-six -a black belt

and brilliant guitarist

but in my mind he's still ten

and playing Dungeon Master in the kitchen

Kirsty is fifteen, not forty;

crop tops and belly piercing

sneaking wine before going out

while her almost-adult son

towers over us,

smiling at the camera.

Ash is still seven years old

playing on the garden swing

and cutting the feet off big-sister's Barbies.

They just paid six grand for dentistry

and smiles like an American TV host

set on repeat.

We're in our thirties,

despite the free bus passes

and a need for new glasses.

Friday, 27 February 2026

27th February 2026

books on decision making

but I leave empty-handed

I couldn't choose one

NACRO Training

Alan breaks wind constantly

all day, every day,

"Better out than in," he says

rolling a Golden Virginia

an the liquorice paper he favours.

He's an excellent draughtsman

but nobody befriends him.

James if the man's man

always showing off his muscles

and talking about his wife's body.

He's very pleased with himself

but we all know he be divorced

before the year is out.

Grant is overweight

takes two seats at the workbench

laboriously copies out alphabets

from the Letraset catalogue.

He's a heavy smoker

and thinks his rasping, dry cough

is unrelated to his Bensons.

Charlie is special needs

can't draw for toffee

but had to do a training scheme

or lose his Jobseeker's.

He talks about music all day

and the lady at the fish and chop shop

who gave him a free mini-fish.

Tracy is on Income Support;

a single mom who trains three days a week

while her mum has the baby.

She doesn't smoke

but develops a cough anyway.

This is before the no-smoking-at-work laws came in

She killed herself a year later

because her baby was taken away.

And the manager of the unit

we call the Terminator

because he kicks us off our benefits

if we ever miss a day.

His Black-country accent

"Yow've bin terminated."