RKS Poetry Anthology: “Legless Lager Louts”

Legless Lager Louts

A phenomenon in the United Kingdom I am told

A few pints and the timid become bold

Occasionally dampered by a police chokehold

You see them as tourists in countless European cities and towns in the ubiquitous Irish pub

Safe and comforting place to eat bangers and mash grub

Eaten by a tattooed thug

Or rioting at a party on a Greek island without shame

Intoxicated gay abandon is their game

Fornicating on the beaches is so lame

But it beats having to go to a shitty job each day on the tube or train

My goodness the lager has transformed their brain

They are nothing more than tragically inane

Robert K. Stephen

RKS Literature: On the Abyss: Murder and Suicide (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)

“They say that people standing on a height are drawn downwards, as it were, on their own accord, to the abyss. I think that a lot of suicides and murders have been committed merely because the revolver was already in hand. There’s an abyss here as well, there’s a forty-five-degree slope down which you can’t help but slide and something relentlessly challenges you to pull the trigger.”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “The Meek One”, 1876.

RKS Poetry Anthology: “Beans and toast panic attack at Singapore Shangri-La”

Beans and toast panic attack at Singapore Shangri-La

Newly arrived the previous night at the awesome Shangri-La Singapore

27 hours travelling perhaps more

Could hardly raise a snore

Float half senseless to buffet breakfast at The Line

A quick peek on the way to the table

My goodness this must be some gastronomical fable

Asian, Indian and “International” cuisine beautifully laid out

Absolutely no reason possible to pout

Head straight for chicken congee

Causing me to muse YIPEE!

Observe a Brit with panic in his eye

I’m thinking he’s about to keel over and die

Urging a waiter to guide him to a breakfast he “could eat at home”

Returns with a big grin gone the panicked look and plate loaded high

With The Full Monty

Bacon, sausages, eggs, fried tomatoes, fried bread and black pudding

Despite you are in Singapore Mr. Brit

And nearly had a fatal culinary hit

How can you eat that ****

Robert K. Stephen

RKS Poetry Anthology: “Where can those Americans in Singapore be?”

Where can those Americans in Singapore be?

They choke the streets in Barcelona

Making the locals moana

They flood Venice and Rome

Thank God with McDonalds they feel at home

They storm Paris congregating at the Eiffel Tower mouths agape pointing up and down

Some locals begin to frown

They flock about in London searching for a glimpse of the King

Most wearing running shoes walking with a spring

Where are they in Singapore?

Hardly any I have seen and throughout the city I been

Have they already been there and boarded their cruise ship

In time for the midnight chocolate buffet?

Not making sense

as usually they are in throngs so dense

reluctantly I get dragged to The Raffles for a Singapore Sling

I see them now talking up a storm their dress and accents giving them away

They are all in a lineup for the Long Bar for their Sling fling

But at $44USD a pop that price makes my head explode

I’m hopping outta this place like a toad

If you are in Singapore missing your friends from the States

To the Raffles you should go

Comfortable in a nationalist glow!

Robert K. Stephen

RKS Poetry Anthology: “Spare change required for Harry”

Spare change required for Harry

Ex-commed by Daddy King

Short on cash

Time for Kardashian strategy

But difficult as no breasts to bare

So controversy, scandal, tabloid fodder

Skills limited to paparazzi cultivation

Must be maintained in the limelight

Back in the royal graces your chances are slim

So give it all up and partner with Kim!

Robert K. Stephen

RKS Poetry Anthology: “Set the alarm”

Set the alarm

Agonizing daybreak

Punch your timecard in the slot of mockery

Distant from the Club Med

Packaged release

Can be cached

When the rat trap salesman and the countess

Frolic in the bathtubs of seedy motels

 While fantasy hawkers crouch behind the armchair teasing pulsating veins

Praise aortas!

Alas it beats

Arduously battling nagging multitudes of cigarettes and

Imaginary confrontations

The ticking of nuclear warhead pregnant

With screaming alarms

Monotonous begging chant

Summoning the high priestess of the pillow

To honour yesterday’s victims

Comforting with several hours of respite

Not warranted and no money returned if not satisfied

Robert K. Stephen

RKS Poetry Anthology: “Honeymoon at Saratoga Springs (Circa 1961)”

Honeymoon at Saratoga Springs (Circa 1961)

Well it certainly was quite a day

Let’s go to bed

Wait!

I’ve got to brush my teeth

You already did

Come on why don’t we go for a walk

But it’s two o’clock in the morning

Oh all right

Turn off the light and look the other way

o.k.

Robert K. Stephen

RKS Poetry Anthology: “Dedication to a bus driver that will never know”

Dedication to a bus driver that will never know

Blank paper makes as much sense

As the music of the turnstiles

Constant inflow and outflow

Fail to distract the frustration

And the odious comfort of mesmerizing pacing

Brings minimal solace

As

Insanity claps the narrow ledge

Of its opposite sister

Masses of flesh ooze their way

To compartmentalized hopelessness

A man makes love to his whisky bottle

Amidst the red eyed concert goers who mumble by

The greedy chocolate smeared wretches

Who annoy with mimicked telescreened adventures

Eros remains helpless joylessly suffocating

While Thanatos gleefully offers an exit and frustrated young poets

Sit in buses unable to meet the 5 year plan of literature

Futilely attempting to explain all

Robert K. Stephen