Looper

Looper

I looped the small plane

Stick forward for speed

Slowly pull it back

And up we climb

Follow the circle

Feel the G force

Upside down at the top

Round we go now

Faster and we're done!

I looped the plane...

joint poem

Gloomy House

BY CRAIG J. BURT/Jimmy Boom Semtex

Everyone's in hysteria

Including me

There's a stench in the air

& it's not a farticide caused by me

The coronavirus is the talk of the day & night

My body is frozen & aching to be free

For now

I'm trying to keep my cool

In my gloomy house...

This thing that we're in

Lockdown central no going out

Hit the street dance in a club

In your dreams with a hot babe

Maybe you'll die slow and cruel

Before the song plays again

Slow death march no acid house anthem

In this together all the same

Can't go to church we need God now

Fight the fear do what you must

Pray for a better future where we can smile

Builder Job

Builder Job

After my disastrous two years

Working in the motor trade 

That ended in a street racing a car crash 

I did a short term building job

In the summer before I went on holiday

I needed cash for a lad's week away

Where we would drink and have fun

At Butlin's in Wales

The job was with a mate's relative

We were to remove the roof off a mill

Then replace it with a new one

This involved removing the tar

It was replaced with concrete and new tar

I broke a guy's thumb by accident!

One had the pick and the other the shovel

I hated going up the ladder three floors up!

I could easily of fallen off to my death

And there was no way I was going on scaffolding

It scared the hell out of me!

We listened to Radio 1 and Steve Wright

Music and a laugh was always there

There were some building legends 

They ran up the ladder with cement bags

One on each shoulder and one on the head!

We set up a bucket pulley system for it

Feeding the cement mixers was hard

They were hungry machines

I found out about new muscles!

We ate dinner from the local chippy

And flirted with nice gals in the mill opposite

I wish we'd have gone in to them

And fucked them on the shop floor

I also signed on and claimed dole

Changing my clothes to do so

Then going back to work!

The job eventually ended

We all went away and got drunk

Chased gals and went clubbing

That was a good time before the bakery

Summer 90 ended my crap car trade career

I finally had direction and self belief

new work

Lost Art

I was a very talented artist in my teens

I drew aeroplanes and landscapes

My art was my life in the 80s

I drew at home and in school

In lessons and in art class

I kept all my work in folders and pads

IT WAS SADLY LOST IN 2001

That event stopped my art

Except for tattoo designs

People said redraw it all

That made me mad and sad

They don't understand!

They're not artists

I've had psychics remote view it

But they couldn't locate it

I hope my art turns up someday soon

Then I'll draw aeroplanes again

Model Planes

I made hundreds of model planes

And dozens of tanks at a teenager

I had hundreds of them of all types

From old biplanes to stealth fighters

They were also my life and so cool

When we moved house I left them

Where are they now?

Still in the display cases?

From Spitfire to Space Shuttle

I made them all my old model kits

I was always in the clouds

A happy part of my teens

Biggest Untruth

I was 14 and in school

There was a problem

I couldn't see the blackboard

I copied notes off my mate

But my eyes got worse

I had to go for an eye test

There they told me the news

I was short sighted and needed glasses

But my eyes would be fine

Within six months

It was a huge lie

My eyes got worse

There was no way I'd fly fast jets

It was one the reasons 

I never became a Royal Air Force pilot

But I could've been an armourer

That would've been enough

It's hard being 15 

And making career choices

I crashed and burned

But made up for it

To Grow

I realized that I had to be strong and rely on myself

Nobody else would help me except me alone

I chose the decision to stop being my own enemy

Denying my haters and enemies further victories

Taking away their satisfaction in my failures

I had to stop being inexperienced and learn

Be strong and not weak by relying on myself

I knew it'd take time but I was young and had time

Years to learn and adapt and grow and be successful

I was determined to stop the errors of my ways

And be strong and grow up and get the best for me

No more to failure and depression and the rest

Moving on from those difficult teen years

And successfully living my life my own way

No more wrong turns for Jimmy!

others

the end

meteor strike

alien invasion

super volcano

mega quake

virus

nuclear war

chemical war

conventional war

human upheavel

zombie apocalypse

devil returning

etc

do mt mataba poem love/war 

beauty death soldiers almost in 2/lose leg fight

hard to think it happened here

where we hike climb and cycle now