Welcome to you all; loveable and unloving beings and creatures.Fleshy visitors with pulse, warm blood and skin.Let me cut to the snatch. This is a two way give and take thing. Hopefully in this mess of pages will be a snippet of gobbledegook with some value to you. If a little electric miracle occurs and begins a domino run in your synapses then please let out your feedback, whether it gushes or trickles, into this drain known as
LODESTAR The singed carpet fag butt pressed in An island a resort my head aglow Searching by its own will scanning A clue a spark the guidance sure Roll over body eyes view skylight black The Lodestar speaks and showers the mind A course set compass rigging tight So long wasted time as I trip out eternal.
TEA TIME CHARLIE She mistook him for a tea time charlie A shrugging dunked biscuit He plasticity, uncared bullied boy sorted it all by shaking neck with his head loose and staring around or through everyone and their daft fractured perceptions, so classified they and he, never were we, and she and he neither became us. the end.
Abolish FingeringThe lemon squeezer is in the dish washer The potato peeler is sealed in an oily film The teapot is for growing chives And now I've gone and left the lid up again
Good Old English Warfare devlish inane bedsprings for rotten criminals do good slapstick in a trench abode over the top with monocles and bread sing the pipes and suck in the last breath polish off with our lords finest claret
You Know Who U.R. There were gasps An acrobatic display Clever sounds were heard Vinyl wedges and a bassbin All lost and crucified Dancers in limbo Flying on a breeze And let down gently Sighs of confusion Same body, different soul? Oh no my friends It is us, thats all
1 Imbibe the full crest 2 Shaken lanced its over 3 Effects, ye pleasures the faker 4 Tomb, his wizzened stagnant nest 5 Again no grit to grind 6 Accept the dry snail shell 7 Spiral visions only half life 8 The sluggish fool knows it
In training for the prize we are the starving convicts radical law lovers at best jokers from the lowest plane an abysmal puzzle but we are not waiting for the hierarchal lies in exposure we find strength and destiny breaks several eggs should the doubt linger in silence shining gusto in the hands of a switchblade baby apologies to the hip groove and cleanse our tactics never chapter two what the fuck is a chapbook get out of your cafes and start living rip it up and start again dead in the present when the future is now you dont think you know enough you know too much of nothing you forgot your ass when you stopped shitting dancing in formality is no way to dance unless museums and wars are your ideal poetry about your fears is about you and for noone I'm trying not to be elitist but I'm interested in the power of multiple brain speak that can occur when egocentric sentiment isnt present. Dont argue with my contradictions. 3ways clumsy payoff rocking horse gag choosing random numbers may win you the national lottery but then whose playing chapbookers 4th device note how pleased we are to be here. Yeah of course it exists. a divine stream only forgotten if you are busy playing the other three games this is where we are always.
SINGLE DAD Crinkle cut slut in a door jam, Christian bacon sandwich slouching, Swagger dick in dad's sov. ring, And cradle snatch a slapped cheek. In a Primrose Hill mansion, Lies a sawdust timber job, Your sweetheart's snoozing in leather, And you drive the kid to school.
I'M A VAGUE RANT Tonight when yorr blinds are shut pulled down. And snail tracks after a night on the Guinness. Like cats eyes on the hall's carpet. So we pushed and pulled. Not together. Eventually silent. And kept numb like that. Then you began to snore. And we smelt bad. But warm and I was glad. The rain all next day. Walking about in it. Up and down the same roads. It could only be a barren event. As you said. So i didn't go into the gallery or the pub. Just wet pavements and Big Star on the hedphones.
LIST 1. Damage limitation exercise 2. Self pity in small towns 3. Fags 'n' Booze 4. In the multistorey car park 5. Buying new light bulbs 6. Bleeding the radiators 7. Repeating the past 8. Gay graffiti in the Gents 9. Video shop debt 10. Eating more fruit 11. Radiohead cd on repeat
This strangely crap poem was written on Koh Tao Island in 1995. I dedicate it to Ghaoglai Yasuree. The spook increases time Beyond the whisper Jane and Mary And tremors know the secrets Visitations All too clearly A vine demands a conduct Baboons racing Never cheering I walked beneath the outer rim A tooth less Never fearing And now divine encompasses A truth dies Never hearing Be smart my chief In shallow grief We shall now clasp in sharing A claim intact Be fair a ridge In heavy weathers' clearing And sleeping willows Wave their curse While sparrows weave in daring Behold tonight We come at last False wind the bag is mended And love and fear Of loss the pain Our stomachs tight suspended.
Written in Glasgow 1997. I realised afterwards that this read better in reverse. Here is the correct reversed version. Apollo Tomorrow Rocking with a shine tip and a human bulb of fear Crimson hair and it grooves with her voice Cradle shock smile and a joy tear We do it now more than fine In my fragment and your time For a case of night spilled and locks cut In the clanking chase A bum steer no fear Dark matter in tact Sleek stars shying away Stand tall dissolve create dismantle A beam of gravity the full moon Agrees to delight with the monthly ball The heat and flesh fabric on skin And singing in torrents the sweat Highlights the curl Pretty boys and a girl to match In ascendance A curtain drama Transcend ten as the plain unfolds.
These are some of my favourite books and authors.
- 'Out' by Ronald Sukenick
- 'Journey to the end of the night' and 'Guignol's Band'
by Louis-Ferdinand Celine
- 'The Master and Margaritte' by Mikhail Bulgakov
- 'Another roadside attraction' by Tom Robbins
- 'The Magus' by John Fowles
- 'Empire of the sun' and 'The kindness of women'
- 'Time and the Hunter' by Italo Calvino
- 'Cyrus, Cyrus' by Adam Zameenzad
- 'Breakfast of Champions' by Kurt Vonnegut
- 'Vurt' by Jeff Noon
- 'Blood Music' by Greg Bear
- 'The Cosmological Eye' and 'The Air Conditioned Nightmare'
by Henry Miller
- 'Cremer 2' by Jan Cremer
- 'Selected Poems' by William Blake
- 'Lectures on Ancient Philosophy' by Manly P. Hall
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