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Friday, 22 February 2013

behind swift
shadows of deer
  where the moon was a 
delicate shade of oil 
hanging from a bare 
branch amongst 
the gunpowder

the way she 
 carried herself in
  a witchy twitchy 
sort of way
melon glace
on a froth of 
its own

spirit level
singing in a jar
over cracked ice
a translucent caisson

30.11.07. / 20.02.08.


miscellaneous 1the first star
makes its debut
on the palette 

hips in style
bearing herself up
balances a tray the 
stylus etched on 
her nerves

locked in sway
each movement
 corresponded like an 
invisible programme
pulls a handkerchief
from a black hole

push me pull me
she walks on singing 
her moans to the tree

6.01.08. / 9.02.08.

Assorted 4

hanging upside down
the starry ocean
a jelly haze

15.04.08.


miscellaneous 4

 the sky was a
 fathomless pitch blue
 marine making glassy
 reflection of the
 skeleton clouds

 13.04.08.


miscellaneous 3

 can't really describe
 a divine tunnel of
 gold and white
 windy cloud on
 bright black blue
 when it frames a
 dramatic moon with
 burlesque flourishes

 12.04.08.

Echo Chamber

 delicate spring rain
 on Japanese blossom
 feeling cooled

 nobody knows Mr Lately
somewhat remote with those
 intelligent looking glasses
 wearing an orange wig

 14.03.08. / 30.03.08.



assorted 4

the moon sailed
 through the black
 hole luminating the
 biting cloud

 all that was
 left a little white
 silhouette puff

 22.02.08./21.03.08.




tea party on the beach

the staff coffee morning is in session
thinking of ways to teach the clients a lesson
using solely motivational techniques and a pill
they don't know they're trying to kill the mentally ill
transference methods are being ignored at our peril
but the iceberg is other frozen-alive icebergs needing
watching a million friends trapped in the ice bleeding
some even triggering on each others ritualisms feeding
barefoot doctors blindly trying to lead & help each other
some exhausted from a days unpaid work in the gutter
and if we can't afford it really must be worth a pucker
not that anybody really wanted to be messing me up
why should they make up for a mother not an adult ?
innocence should have absolute right to validation
you don't know what it's like to be overpowered ?
bobbing like voodoo all have to do what you do ?
they couldn't give her any kind of dedication
that's one possible reason for the medication
by the gravy ladles spirits are watered down
water in my shoe will this be all over soon ?
I feel all the anger of the world coming at me
sitting here crushed on this windswept beach
and it's supposed to be me that takes the pea ?
another pea was added by someone other than me
will the kids I met at school come to Berry's Ade
maybe the cherries were sour too if I even may !
even some of the forest loganberries on the way
my pen is much more fickle than my real parade
can you be too nice for your genders I wonder ?
and then Etheria Web wore a hole in the hearth
opting mostly out of the rumours is a lonely path
world's anger crushes under great cogwheels
amazing that I have any feeling left to feel
but no - let me dance just one more time
one more rhythm and one more rhyme
you guessed the thought police are onto me
Orwell you really had the story down to a tee !
I know you are famous but you suffered like we
I ask Atlas will come and take this burden from me
cos some people seem to find my problems inspiring
as though they might catch it through the ethernet wiring
why have you come this far into the blog if you are tiring ?
all lived UNhappily ever after so what value was the drama ?




Untitled 8

their
needs claw at
my skin tugging
with invisible threads
tornado of energy
fragments rocks
the bridge

should I
be nice should
I not the bridge lurches
the other way steel
cables screaming
in distress

the river whorls
revealing a bottomless
pit of drowning souls
spinning their arms
outstretched

14.05.09.





Tail of Fur

so yous want me to
look at the monster huh
stripey thunder snake
in shadows freake ?
blushing on a leaf
it is and it isn't
it's horns are less heinous
smaller than you think
and it's funny human hands
reach out from a cube of stone
how do you touch them
truths from the mouths of lune
tucked away
for convenience
in a disordered forest
crunch of scissors on paper
but you're still standing

17.07.06.


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Friday, December 09, 2005


The Queen's Head Tavern


Assorted 4

hanging upside down
the starry ocean
a jelly haze

15.04.08.


Peak of the Eclipse

in post mortem
infinity was not enough
the star was all alone
in a cloud

22.06.08.


sketch 2

spiral dresses
cheek the tinsel
and cotton things
leave a tree more
than enough for
you and me

fanfare of
little whistles
herald a chest of
jelly fruit opened
before that night
reflecting sparks
of a wrapper

your stilettoes
compliment the
muscle under the
gauze. As throngs
of excited guitar
beat applause

the others
have yet to see
as darkness does
hung with silver
icicles and lace
candy bows

what is she
doing draped
over a leg mock
drunk and laying
a claim to what
is not mine

my stocking
holds nothing
like this but the
other ones post
in there some
odd ideas

abruptly
blindfold by
a pair of hands
to where have I
fallen and can
I get back

did I ask
you to turn
out the light?
in my opinion
it's all rather
sudden

all that
was left were
blue tree-lights
quicken dance
before this
shadow

22.11.08./23.11.08.


Draft 3

this bumper
gonna end up
a sardine with
a driver like her
.. what a way to
go with garish
lights ringing
in your ears!

funny how
fast love hits
speeding in the
other direction

16.04.09.



sketch 7

pat a cake
pat a cake click
click click there
are fragments
on the floor

shadows
of chiffon cuffs
crackle in the glow
softly softly his
socks bit of
a wizz

 a moon heads
a skeleton cloud
the muse gathered
up his reins riding
endorphins and
sugar star

now
you act and
I will not take
it seriously! you
are transported
to another
decade

6.02.09./6.03.09.



Misc 1

a great wall
of cloud fury
rose in turrets to
protect its queen
the muse lifts his
twinkly bells to
the winter rays
but which was
the lesser

the chief's
head is framed
in twisted locks
a perfectly round
eye nothing saw
the jester toying
with his mirrors

4.09.09./20.09.09.




Draft 4

his hair
looks subtle
under the chiffon
how about his mate
kept in suspense
thick fingers
study the
elastic

we paint
his chest with
khol and fruited
lipsalve trace contours
of his chest. That oil of
cherry testosterone
mmmm!

bit of an
acquired taste
watching this mix
under a veil. Strange
how a big tongue
can get so lippy

15.05.09./17.05.09.


Draft 5

little
trees explode
on the silhouette
colours melting in
the background. A
quaver juggles
lazily on the
heat

I feel
like a five
point star with
parallel notes. Of
course the same
thing happened
to her. Its not
easy to give
that up

happily
rehabilitated she's
part of the loop. I fell
in love with a poem
the frequency
everywhere

29.05.09./15.07.09.




Draft 1

another hand
is miming sharing
out the cake. Plenty
of chocolate film but
where is number
four?

what him
erm not quite
sure I could quite
return it bit of a
stretch

perhaps I'm
being a tad rude
just sit and take
the minutes and
have some
cake

no we're
not whispering.
Decided to paint
it along with the
church and that
quite cathartic!

transference
to the seventies
for some dance
relief. Blurry
stars laid out
in rows


9.03.09./16.03.09.




The Queen's Head Tavern

sorry that's all I can manage
I'm trying to limit the damage
can hardly manage a sandwhich
please not scold me in that language
I just don't really have the capacity
to eat drink and smoke with voracity
didn't your father tell you less is more ?
I'll just have a little I ain't no alcohol whore
not that there's anything wrong with a drinker
but trying to make me do can be a bit of a stinker
yes I realise that you're not an arse licker
but I ain't gonna be lickin' yo ass neithers !
I don't feel very good the following morning
my body starts sending me up a warning
pricking points that don't find this a joke
the hell's wrong with a laugh and a coke ? !



sketch 6

my blindfold
is a stocking I
like the way they
look. Why they do
twinkle tonight

he sparkles
at me what does
it mean. The throng
moves him along
truffle images
and that

he looked at
her through the
mask in a different
way. Cleaning up I
find things I don't
remember

takes his
white lace out
of a hat and winds
it around his leg. I
feel myself stiffen
ready to run

scent of an
atmosphere trails
over the rooms
gushing from
the door

the muse
follows me out
wearing just his
tights and a jester
hat. I gather
my wits

what is so
funny he can
hardly stand up.
He grapples me
for the handle

the snow
prepared itself
like an elephant
on heat. Falling there
my shadow crawls
the canvas. I am
no hostage

26.01.09./01.02.09.



sketch 3

so what
will you have
many different
kinds of paint in
here a way to
express what
you didn't
know

the air
wobbled she
floated over the
check floor like
a hydrogen
balloon

turquoise
crystal layers
reveal a core
unreachable

27.11.08./15.12.08.




sketch 1

only to feel
the sting again
banging limbic

in climb naive
only to see the
flying leaves


7.11.08./9.11.08.




issue redressed

so where will she extend
when the pain presses her
who will care for the
damaged infant caught
in the adult sattelite
just rely on yourself ...


so I left her out
with the wolves
maybe they can
look after her better
I tried to help her
and she virtually
bit my hand
as if I were some
sort of a sidekick
you'd expect better
from an injured puppy
studying your feet

came up
for some water
heard her clearly
via the intercom
oh you poor thing
what happened to
make you like that
well nice girls should
do as they are told see
something happened
us three were small
it was my fault so I
thought I'd better
take the pills

it isn't for
me I am sent
if you would just
let me in I tell you
there will not be
more trouble

can anything
be done ? you
talk in this way.
I can see that
you are angry

ran her nail
along the sill
I feel myself as
chastised. Are
you unwell.


3.02.07. / 17.10.08.



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two giant ...

Untitled 5

tempered passion
presenting portrait
of knarled limbs
elegantly framed
in hawthorn leaf
over ripe apples
dripping from
a bough

10.08.08./11.08.08.



two giant ...
spiders fought on a prehistoric hill
brittle stick legs clicking and clacking
as they pawed at each other with clawed pincers
hear the racking cries from parched mouths
pain screamed under great liquid complex eyes
charged at each other limbs attacking and cracking
matching mirrors that mirrored another part
tangling limbs another way tearing off pieces of shell
menacing red orange light of dreary hell
standing back and charging at it again
there were no victors in this martian terrain
just a pile of bits and bones the next day
when the sun nodded good morning to the moon
passing on the escalators to work as is their way

dusty sunny autumn day

left defined as such
has now become right
forced into an about turn
made to walk backward
blindfold through the forest
brushing the bats off my face

losing the race
that can never be won
loosened goalposts fly in my face
as the whirlwind takes hold
there is no cure for this
no bottle of bliss

how old were you when you knew
that fairytales come true
at least scarytales do
but not for long ...
another lethal pen
will soon eclipse innocence

none the wiser
each word stabs my heart
and murdered by a verse
who would look for you
when you are seated at the table
no difference appearing ?

7.11.05.



Glitter Queen

tragic mime artist cabaret princess
acts heartbreak in stripy tight dress
winks sorrow unashamed fearless
uh warping and bending the floor
bringing all of your planets down
drawing you down into her whirlpool
as she collects all the souls in the room
lighting up a torch to this flashing gloom
hands them back transformed in the voltage
sweet sweat of effort under the strobes laze
even the air shimmering above her gaze
top hat is poised at just the right tilt
absolutely quivering voice of a lilt
screaming tones forged in the dark
light a mask before the floodlit park
crests her tidal wave surviving it over
vibration's swell shivering on the ether
shaking it all out like some pithy creature
hollows it out like death to the demon
her corrupted life howled to oblivion
hangs skanking the very fine wolf pup
under roll of piano keys she's cracking up


Bonsaiee

this is the classiest girl in the world
a voice like a cultured oyster pearl
a creche of angels follows her trail
cased in trappings contemporary
polish rehearsed and extemporary
the lark is trilling the divine strings
right down to the back of her throat
smooth olive brown skin finely honed
who else is both wild and controlled ?
honied quavers off her tongue roll
exploding chandeliers in the stalls
an operatic gospel funky diva soul
bending surprising balletic moves
a flexible body and liquid grooves
heart of a cherub in a woman living
how can a human be that giving ?
threw back her head a galaxy wakes
even remotest Andromeda shakes
tosses an extragavant blustery mane
is she mortal this girl of young age ?
when God-like towers on the stage






Sketch 4

paintbrush
lead the way
  what valley cove
or fireside face

26.12.08.



Draft 2

dressed
for business
a feast of stars
watching the
jellyfish

nonsense
shatters the space
what is going on oh
nothing just some
sinister clapping
lovely garden

he's better now look
no hands no worries!
so how come his team
always wins. 'n every-
bodys on something
except for himself

22.03.09./29.05.09.



Sketch 8

seventy two
rpm later and we're
jiving with mum. She
doesn't like you or
so she says

you shall
not meet he is
betrothed to your
sister and friend
a lost soul

and off
she flew through
the laughing trees

6.03.09./7.03.09.



Sketch 5

ever see a
bright sky waving
fists of column cloud
I watch you watching
the screen your hands
mime an answer

spooning
 chocolate flavoured
music under a blanket
light flickers with grey
and silver imagery

the other
one demands an
atmosphere hands
me his equipment
only for act two

did that
     star shoot or was
it a pigeon. Spins me
round a half-dressed
thing and that
was it

better get
out kinda nice under
the sardines you crack
 me up. Something is
 wrong here but we
drank it anyway

acting out
the next word I
cannot guess if its for
real the costume
holds no clue

17.01.09./26.01.09.



Assorted 5

a moon sang
bravely through
the columns of
angry tempest
chilled to
the bone

14.08.08.




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