Steve has a few words for you humans on the new ebook Haiku of the Dead…
It’s the perfect Halloween gift…to make ME smile, anyway!
My box-fresh e-book, Haiku of the Dead has landed… containing pithy advice on surviving the rise of the zombies… and top tips like this!
Coming on Amazon TOMORROW …A Halloween treat… It’s my new book, HAIKU OF THE DEAD!
Further details to follow… very exciting!
Yes, that’s right, Halloween’s coming, so it’s time to talk zombies… And the value for money in this post is incredible. Not one, but two, yes a whole two!, zombie items to share!
First up is a plug… long time readers may remember an A to Z challenge I completed some time ago, on the theme of surviving the zombie holocaust…in haiku form… Well, I’ve written a bunch of new ones and collected them all together, and will be publishing these on Amazon IMMINENTLY (ie when I get a spare few hours in the next week) as … THE HAIKU OF THE DEAD….
Here’s the cover reveal, for those who like that sort of thing…
And to whet your appetite for all things zombie, here is a NEW zombie poem. Over a few drinks in a bar, I joked to some fellow poets that most of my stuff in my first collection was either about cats or zombies… so they challenged me to write about zombie cats… This was the result. I hope you like it. 🙂
Zombie Pet Store
Went down to the zombie pet store
To pick myself a pet
(There’s not the widest choice of these,
So you take what you can get)
A zombie goldfish seemed too lame:
I wanted something cooler!
Some creature that could scare my sis,
Lure her in and fool her…
A zombie guinea pig could be fun
With their amped-up feral nature.
As long as it’s fed some daily flesh,
It’s never gonna hate ya…
Or a zombie hamster spinning ‘round
Within its blood-stained wheel?
Perhaps a zombie bunny
Trying to make you its next meal?
Zombie dogs are a big no-go:
Too strong to be man’s best friend.
Even with a muzzle on,
Spot will eat you, in the end.
But zombie cats? That’s where it’s at,
On this, can we agree?
They’ve the same sense of superiority
And indifference to humanity
Although the purring and the miaowing
Is now more like …growling
After brutal night-time killing sprees,
There’s the same old midnight howling!
So, it’s time to make your choice:
Buying a zom-pet is no game.
But whether a cat’s alive or undead,
Its behaviour’s just the same!
This is possibly the poem I am most (in)famous for, here in Nottingham… I’ve included the video of me performing this at the Jam Cafe earlier this month too 🙂
It started as a joke
Then grew into a dare
It *may* have been the alcohol
When I agreed to wear
… the mankini
Now, for those who do not know,
A mankini’s quite the thing
(Picture me in a posing pouch
Pulled up tight with bright green string)
My abs are long since absent
The six pack’s more a barrel
And without getting into fat shaming
There’s too much padding in this saddle
… the mankini
It barely hides my wedding tackle
But bares the rest for all
All this hairy flesh, all this…
And an unmanly spread … of balls
You see, I’ll never be a swordsman
No Don Juan legendary lover.
If your body’s a lethal weapon,
I’m more like Danny Glover.
But a dare’s a dare and that’s that
You’ve got to live by a code.
Well, you’ve got to tell yourself something
When your ass cheeks are on show…
So, a distinctive Halloween outfit…
But it’s not easy trick or treating
On a cold, dark night in autumn
With cock and balls retreating!
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They say that pets look like their owners… This is called “my cat’s a sexy motherf*cker”
Your dachshund may be a darling
And your terrier drive a truck
You may think your pet’s amazing…
But mine’s as sexy as f*ck
So your gerbil’s got some game
And your schnauzer isn’t a schmuck
Your pets each have their qualities…
Mine’s as sexy as f*ck
You may really dig your degu
Think your Pekinese is full of pluck
I couldn’t be any happier for you…
But mine’s as sexy as f*ck
Your ferret may bring you good fortune
And your black cat carry good luck
I’ve won the bloody lottery, mate…
‘cause mine’s as sexy as F*CK!
I attended a poetry workshop on Saturday, as part of the Nottingham Poetry Festival. I’m barely home this week for going to various poetry gigs (sadly not performing, but am hoping that will come), and consider myself blessed to live in such a poetry-hungry city!
At this workshop, I wrote a number of poems that will eventually see the light of day on this blog. This was written for the opening exercise, to write a tanka to introduce ourselves. I wrote two… the second explains why!
Really a rhymer
Who then got hooked on haiku.
I’ve been clean for a year.
Damn! I’m back on the wagon!
I love a challenge.
Fitting these words in
Gives me great satisfaction,
When the syllables all fit
There are no cat puns in this poem,
No feline phrases flowing.
Don’t have kittens with anxiety:
That would be a cat-astrophe
In my head at least, this is a lost Monty Python sketch… you may prefer it had remained lost!
INT, DAY, CAREER GUIDANCE COUNSELLOR’S OFFICE. STUDENT LOITERING IN DOORWAY
Come in! Please! Come, take a seat. Tell me, what can I do for you?
Well, it kinda says on the door… I was after some career guidance.
Of course! Wonderful that young people are so proactive these days. What sort of career or careers have taken your interest?
Only the one career.
Very decisive of you. And that one is?
Yes, that’s right, chosen one.
(pauses) You are looking at a career as…the chosen one?
It’s a calling. I’ve been called.
(hesitant) You’ve been called… Have there been any signs? Any miracles? Any unexplained phenomena?
An electronic gate. It opened automatically for me.
Lots of gates do that.
This one didn’t have a sensor. It just opened. For me.
There could be lots of perfectly reasonable, rational explanations for that gate opening. Malfunction, for example. A short circuit. Some electrical disturbance.
I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Well, it really isn’t much to go on now, is it? Have there been any other incidents?
I stopped a bus.
You stopped a bus?
Is there an echo in here? Yes. I stopped a bus. It was coming towards me in the road, and I put my hand out in front of it, onto the windscreen, and stopped it.
Were you at a pedestrian crossing?
Is it possible, in any way, that this bus was, perhaps, stopping anyway to allow pedestrians, such as yourself, to cross the aforementioned road?
(snorts) It’s possible.
Ok… anything else? Two pieces of evidence you see, if such they are, is hardly conclusive. Even sainthood needs three miracles these days.
No, just the two.
Well, as your careers guidance counsellor (gestures to the sign on the door), let me counsel you then to go out into the world, do good deeds, a bit of helping the meek, making sure you recycle, save the planet… generally live a good life. You could start by volunteering at a charity shop?
A charity shop! I come in here telling you that I’m the child of a supreme creator, and you want me to volunteer in some dingy charity shop? (getting increasingly irate) “Here, Jesus, come down off that mount and stop sermonising, Mrs Jones wants her Dan Brown boxset bagged up”… “Never mind that restituting the meek malarkey, how much are the Princess Diana tea plates?” For the last time, stop healing the blind and the lame, there’s a queue of irate pensioners at the till and they’re getting hangry!” (storms out)
(to camera) That’s the problem with kids today. Want it all on a plate… Next!