"Her Soviet", "A wartime lecture* on nutrition delivered by Noel Coward from his suite at the Savoy Hotel…", "Kindness is logged", "Work Party", "Girls who laugh a death" by KG Miles

Her Soviet

Her Soviet looked, with the disdain of flowers, askance at all

and sundry. A

Collective,superior beauty but in constant need of a carer.

Peripatetic petals all.

Her Soviet composed of packets of meat offcuts

imprudently piled.

Bodies formed from the memory foam of misguided marital beds.

They only consumed food that contained the potential to be

formed in to a mound. She- topped with watermelon and

bottomed

unironically in the hue of the recently departed.

Her Soviet lived by the Ho Ho Credo*

For Her Soviet she made felt effigies, that they all kept in drawers,

and

not one of them could muster the required fervored hatred

despite being allowed, being encouraged and hate being simpler

than thinking.

Peripatetic petals all. All

living a life up on blocks.

*it wasn’t Christmas until they had all seen the Wanking Santa in

Pontypridd

***

A wartime lecture* on nutrition delivered by Noel

Coward from his suite at the Savoy Hotel wearing

merely a smoking jacket and lipstick

We had a few sherries on a pretty bad Blitz but

not as bad as Wednesday.

Couple of bombs and the walls bowed a bit.

Carroll Gibbons played the piano, I sang as did Judy

and a pair of drunken Scots Canadians joined in.

They played ‘Danny Boy’ on humbled bagpipes.

I played the part of their indulged indulgent cartoon.

More bombs on Friday, more dancing.

*the nutritional value of recreational piss is

inestimably cloudy

***

Kindness is logged

The Wifi Password is ‘Love Everybody #1’.

I drink from all cups and then

none and I spectate as the dehoused individual is disgorged.

A hot drink for a winter smile always struck me as a fair trade.

The Wifi Password is ‘Love Everybody #1’ and all

kindness is logged and all love rests into a milky dislike.

***

Girls who laugh at death

Finger entry girls,calluses on veiny hands,

tap out

looney tunes on chapel oak with nails as long as birds claws.

Late to the font again.

Valleys moga fuelled by fugazi fudge bombs

and the feminine urge to crowdfund a coven.

Russet cheeked alpha,buffet butt omega.

Girls who laugh at death and pushover headstones.

***

Work Party

Every other day or so, a delicious new flavour of cope

another way to lay,stitch eye shut

coffined,attached to the floor,peering

at the ceiling figures sheepishly rooting.

One room after one room after

a string of precedented times forming an orderlike can queue

as the vacant lot of her belly bloated,

all the while not feeling pretty pretty enough for play.

A spirit raped and polished.

That was Monday, finished.

***

KG is a poet and author based in Wales. The author of the best-selling 'Troubadour Tales' series of books on Bob Dylan, he has now embarked on a poetic journey. Published in Wales, Ireland, England and now in the US his first book , 'Poetry For The Feeble Minded' was published to critical acclaim. His current WIP, 'A Working Class Book Of Psalms' from which these poems are taken, is due to be published in 2026.