The Satellite Of Love community poem is the spot where everyone who comes to the open mic night gets a chance to write a line. Slips of paper will be on tables at the venue, just grab one and let your imagination run free. We will, by strange and alchemical processes, forge them into the community poem of the month. This poem will be presented at the next open mic session and then be posted on this page. Previous community poems can be found in the archive

The lines can be about anything and everything, however we will not publish any racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, misogynist or otherwise offensive content.

August 2025

sssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh……….no one cares baby girl

who the eff is Alan
someone once told me that the world was gonna roll me – they were
right. I am bread
the tears of night have fallen
at Satellite of Glove
check out my outfit
it’s really cool
my poetry is literal and cuts deep
I’ve got a knife
slam-a-rama jama all seasons
the maths was done ahead of schedule
keir starmer is a horrible bastard
eggs, at least fifty
spencer is an AI he doesn’t eat cheese
bro, how the FUCK haven’t they found madeline macan yet?
where the fuck is she?
no I don’t know Alan
do you?
and my heart is crashing because I need you to know…and then you do.
sexually, I prefer a flip flop to a man
woi oi, big boi, stick it up ur bum like a big boi’s big toy
I’m your doll, Rock and Roll
feel the glamour in pink
kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky
The corporate bastards own my ass – they’re the only ones who can afford it.