Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Monday, 15 November 2010

slow growing trees
make better
furniture (furnish my mind
with various viewpoints)
one hundred thousand
light bulbs
one hundred thousand
tele scopes
(one pointing to the
stars, the other
imitating)
dust riding
on a spider back
(sitting too long
by the window
sill).

Friday, 12 November 2010

L

oh what a glorious scent!
ponder
search and
scratch in the mire,
only to be lifted high by the
tip of thy nose to
the immense beauty
of that smell.
yet the face never did
turn
and sliding back down
full of bristling
whiskers and
marks of question...
yet, bathing in the knowledge
of un-
knowledge
and dreaming of summer

Saturday, 6 November 2010

pale ale
set sail
from calif
ornia,
u s of
a. and now
it sails
my elvis
pressley gut.
my pelvis
lesley strut
(and the pretty
girls die in
the cold
cold
ground)

n

fuck you the old slur returns
you fucking cunt screams the
poem mac books on the tv
cunt beer in the gut
cunt beer rotting the gut
vonne(gut) and all his alien friends
hacking another, punching in the notes
to the melody made up of 1's and 0's
a poem he said, a poem i said
i wish rickets upon you, i said
and we all danced
an insane dance
and rolled our heads
down our sleeves
and down our legs
and laughed like fuck
somewhere back there
in third or fourth year.

Friday, 5 November 2010

L

a lovely wee sand box of insanity
now please raise your glasses and
bottles of granny's tears for another slice
of sincerity.
cheers for that one love. wait,
the sirens are on again so stand
up and
take a bow as wet patches your seat mean
the cat has pissed its self closer
to becoming a nice little hat and
a wee snack but a bucket load of fun.
all this stuff just goes to distractions from
the drive yet a flawed land is not ugly on a journey
of no expectations, only really for the sake of
curiosity - thanks again flower - ordered,
packed and recorded then let off the leash.