political sonnets
languishing at the bottom
a pile data trash
© Rachel Green March 2026
Unloved
When does an artist become a hoarder?
Everything I have might come in useful some time;
an assemblage, a sculpture;
perhaps just the subject
of still life with vacuums
or self portrait with unworn hats.
One day it will all have to go.
But not today.
I might need it.
© Rachel Green March 2026
running outside
dumping all the bags in time
bin lorry cometh
© Rachel Green March 2026
He Pays Billions (to Himself)
And now we see the reason for the war
was just another money-making scheme
the Family will buy another core
of businesses to profit from the dream.
Proteus will make a reverse-merger
with Aureus Greenway Holdings, owned by Trump,
making drones to push the war much further
with a multi-billion Pentagon-backed bump.
In a surprise to nobody at all
Proteus is also backed by firms
backed by Eric, Junior and call
Unusual Machines all run by these few worms.
Now drones are all the rage for strife,
how disposable it is, this human life.
© Rachel Green March 2026
Trump Bros Back a Drone Company as the Pentagon Prepares to Spend Billions
early birdsong
a halo of orange
in the streetlight
© Rachel Green March 2026
White Phosphorus
In Lebanon where children once had schools
an new Israeli airburst is deployed,
to fall on streets and thus create the pools
of white-hot chemicals to see their homes destroyed.
Amidst the dust and flame, still some survive
though many of them die, their faces seared
with flesh burnt down to bone as fires thrive
where Human Rights have all but disappeared.
Now Israel, once thought the land of God,
attempts the genocide of poor Iran
while red-hat 'Muricans destroy the sod
and magnify the slaughter they began.
So human rights aside, the only end I see
is depose the arsehole in the Land of Free.
© Rachel Green March 2026
recording video
I should really check it works
before I post it.
© Rachel Green March 2026
Ten-minute appointment
to take a vial of blood for testing.
I don't know what they're testing for.
Maybe oestrogen? Cholesterol?
It could be chlorophyll levels for all I know:
I trust the doctors know why they asked for it,
and I hope it doesn't delay my prescriptions.
Prescriptions for statins, for thyroid underefficiency;
one for depression (it never went away),
another for blood pressure
A prescription for hormone levels
(I moan, I am a whore)
and one to stop my stomach bleeding
from all the others.
The drive back takes another hour.
All the traffic is at a standstill
roads closed without diversions or traffic lights.
At least it's just petrol it's costing,
and a piece of my shortened life.
If I was an American
I'd be facing a ten thousand dollar bill
and be automatically homeless,
but this is Britain,
where medicine is a social necessity;
not communism, just basic humanity.
In the 'States, six bodies are returned
from a war begun entirely for financial gain
while the leader of the country wears a baseball cap
and talks about his new curtains.
© Rachel Green March 2026
jiu-jitsu training
leaves me without self-defence
pavement pothole
© Rachel Green March 2026
RFK Junior says we don't need vaccines
because the worm in his brain
said they're a waste of time.
Angiostrongylus cantonensis has reached California
Rat lungworms mature, mate and lay eggs
inside a rodent's lungs.
And not just rats: Possums and Wallabies,
beavers and people.
larvae in the rats lungs
coughed into the rodents throat
swallowed and pooped out
waiting to be eaten by slugs and snails.
Rats and chickens, beavers and pigs
all eat the infected snails
and then people eat the affected meats
and the larvae party
in the carnivore's brain.
we don't need vaccines any more
just a healthy appetite
and a meat-puppet body
for the worms.
© Rachel Green March 2026
A Brain-Invading Worm Has Reached California
morning surprise
from the washing machine
fresh-laundered glasses
© Rachel Green March 2026
Mum was Catholic;
with a bottle of Lourdes water
from a friendly nun who travelled there
that was never, ever opened
because she thought it Holy.
She had a crucifix over her bed
and rosary beads in a little purse;
each bead moving through her fingers
in a Sunday litany of prayer.
Over the stairs hung a picture of Jesus
talking to his dad in the garden of Gethsemane;
a five foot square print under glass in old oak
that she bought for a pound at the jumble sale.
Dad was Church of England.
He only ever went to St Lawrence's
on Remembrance Day
and after the vicar thanked him for coming
never went again.
They let me find my own religion
under the one condition
that I never let the demons I talked to
cross over in the house.
© Rachel Green March 2026
tyre place
walking to the garage and back
new shoes
© Rachel Green March 2026
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?
© Rachel Green March 2026
