Wednesday, 26 May 2010

n

in an infinite hollywood
my reel plays out
and i recline
as the hot sun grass
dies beside my
hamburger feet.

Wednesday, 19 May 2010

n

two one who won
no one, it's
over purple pints
sticking to my shirt,
sweating out promise and
fucking street lamps
all the way home,
crying on the couch with
glass in our eyes,
street lamp jizz pouring paint
brushes with death,
the great hush,
pulsing in our ears,
sand dunes in the sky
back to save the
universe how terse
the verse,
spunout and walking home our seperate
ways for what could be
should be
the very last
time.

Wednesday, 12 May 2010

n

traffic cone, funnelling sweet garlic
pyramids high unto a cold may sky,
3 old friends mellowing together under cool lighting,
glowing, burning and puffing way
hanging from the cliff,
sea weed on the lips
see weed on the tips
of their fingers, worn and weary,
painted out, erased by
primer, dust
and haze. well its too bad
that our old selves
couldn't be here
today they,
are drawing dicks,
swigging hips (flask),
melting cheese under foreign grill
's = choice baguettes of ace's and fives,
watching films,
with star crossed
eyes.

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

c

Money flows like the prostitute blows,
like the old man sitting with a king hopes for an ace.
Drops in the ocean or splashes in the fish bowl,
no matter my friend,
for luck is a trigger happy blind man who has killed many but spared us few,
so open that face of smiles and let the goodness slide in before the balance shifts
and leaves us wanting one more.

Monday, 10 May 2010

L

a great big bloody tornado,
i think that is what it was.
could you give me a
moment
to collect my thoughts, please.
things area little strange...

i am woken every morning by those
fucking diggers outside. the metal
claws chewing at the earth, creating
the trenches upon which i wonder from
green to blue.
orange is for beer and red is for tea. those
spanish girls left but did they leave a mark?
a digital world is where i rule. temporally, all
this will be nothing.
soon
electric impulses only

c

Boredom has led me to this, nothing else i am sad to say.
Please accept it knowing that every letter has saved me from a moment of much needed reflection.

Sunday, 9 May 2010

n

fuck the heart of my hearty
brekfast cereal see real
madrid MADBID.COM! stern john!
chess pawn!
frog spawn!
sexy faun! gliding in
the lube, sliding on a pube,
THE TOAST HAS POPPED!,,,let's feast in
the east,
no yeast
off piste
atleast
we have free
speach.

n

ole green eyes
coco pop thighs
slim and fine
you'll make it
all the
way.

n

lick that shit from
your shrew, running over yer
shoe,
slackbinding = hiding \\from\\
your local
bookstore,
gimme more,
fucking whore
we'll eat your face, shore,
deep black
caves.

Saturday, 8 May 2010

n

ears flapping around your
floor, laughing in your
face, lips, the word is on
your lips
the english mustard's on
your hips,
take-it-to-the-limit and
flip the bit,
a hip - hop, a
hip don't stop. (stop)

Friday, 7 May 2010

n

hang my parliament from
a tree mingled cherry -
blossom through it's
hair. big dicks dangling,
limp and scared david
cameron, tony blair (brown, G)

Saturday, 1 May 2010

n

one in a hundred and
he's taken one
for a
hundred lucky
bastards that won't
even know, now
his penis can't
grow.

n