Puddles all smell of my dog Bush of crimson fruit disturbed make parrots Cloud gaps as well resemble rabbits TangledRead more
Woman raving at her fence
Child or anima return?
Mate or name your breakdown
Is it home or house you burn?
Trees whisper lullabies
Call or answer duly?
Sin, echt or key indicator
Elm mother or just a storm?
one step back
Sing of every thing
Be dumb enough to believe
So hopeless you can cry
Meditate in a park
Or wander on a beach
GSoH will help
Leaves bearing your name
Blown away by some fool
Aren’t enough to dent you
I have lived half mad
some moral compromises
Go on grab a flake
Go on tuna bake
Go on, you just put in the hours
Never mind the whys or the hows.
A big office arse needs an aubergine grill
And cold pressed, my oath, only eat who I kill.
Vicarious baiter.Read more
You heard when she said what he did, afraid
Remained when he did what he did, delayed.
Helplessness is an art form, an air raid:
Start, and a muddle, an ending betrayed.
Live through this and death is nothing, sister
Some things pale somethings sit and fester
Magnolia silvereye sing your fractious heart out Be that as it may you say or you could not fly BeRead more
When I smell the red red rose, do I,
Hear the rosy baby cry, do I?
Baby’s pricked by hatred of the lie
And, while pricks don’t make me want to die,
Ancient dance of tears Modesty taken for weakness A fish’s twitch is a choreography Or a lowly reaction. Our vanityRead more
When the payday dracula comes disguised as your son
The natural corporate offspring is a robot
Operated by a teenager, avoiding detention
With morons cheating quatrains by Captcha, bombing mosques by Kinect.
If Death directed a Major Motion Picture we’d get a musical:
Sound of Music, Carousel, and Rocky Horror, shot 4D,
Celestial, karmic, infernal, choreography and and all that jazz by Fosse;
Or just director’s comments on the DVD and deleted scenes, alternate endings –
Links to extinct contests or sites we can blog to oblivion.
Counting pickets, count the beat
Wear wrong footwear, use wrong feet
Folding answers till they’re neat
Keep Poseidon sweet.
Click the heel, no answer rush
Slow to anger, quick to blush
Smile to fill the question hush
Pattern turns to mush.
You impress me
Like Roland’s laundry:
Before the oboe the phrase of the crane,
Before the bird and the wood,
Squirting along in the Mesozoic sea
Colouring your tentacles with love –
Bumble me tumble me each one a meal
Deep in the belly of the moon:
I eat the children, and
I drink the sea, and
I eat the cauliflower sky.
Another beat closer to distant appreciation
Taken only by the odd prick of a camera
Phone. Growing deliberate so as not to break
The nice chat. The young curmudgeon cycles
Slower than the pure research product
Proven by a meeting where action points
The Way up a hill steeper than the doped
Competitors’. Race on.
for John and Henny
Today our gold is mixed and made
As we kneel and wash in this stream
That runs like breath across this glade
Into our common dream
And all our gifts are assembled here
On this day in the sight of the world
The ardour of our age grows clear
See the banners unfurled
Sing me for you and the wind blows true
Sing you for me and the wind blows free
The cycling craze is upon us.
Living in our skin of Lycra,
Therapy in repetition of our knees,
The road’s song and its scholar
Teach us a halt
Is not acceptable; for if you stop
You have only your legs,
No matter how shapely, to fight
Inertia. The lead unto temptation is inevitable
Running lights, runaway, through
A mechanical economical gradient
Down to imaginary equilibrium.
for Donald on his 60th
Every child is an oracle
Telling the present;
While you rub the sleep from your eyes
They park on your chest.
Great Big New Tax
Great Big New Tax
Great Big New Tax
Great big new dacks,
Cape, wig, shoes, slacks.
Eight Whig nude cracks.
When I think of poetry I reach for magpie song
Muddle monkeys waddle below
Met the wonderful Miss Glenda for dinner the other night at Rumi, which is an elegant but loud Lebanese restaurantRead more
We’ve been advised to go home early or late because of the 45 degree temperatures today. I’ve been hard atRead more
Well yes, we did get married. I haven’t posted for so long it seems that this website has been forgotten.Read more
Well the wedding is nearly here and with it the honeymoon. We’re determined to travel light this time – aRead more
I’ve been labouring at IT, dang it. I really hate the stuff. I’ve moved a whole bunch of sites offRead more